I arrived late to a working lunch to find a sandwich and pasta waiting for me in a plastic container. I ate the pasta and intended to eat the sandwich but ran out of time before the next meeting, which I had to facilitate. I closed the lid on the container, put it next to my purse, facilitated for about three hours, then grabbed my stuff, got in the car and started the long drive home. Unfortunately, I was in the thick of rush hour so I wasn’t moving much. I decided I might snack on my sandwich, looked over to the container, and noticed movement inside. I took a closer look and saw ants.
By the time I finally made it home and threw away the lunch container I was starving. I decided to make chicken noodle soup so I prepared a broth complete with chopped vegetables, cooked the chicken, and then grabbed the noodles. I had poured nearly all of the noodles in the vegetable broth when I noticed weevils.
Luckily, I hadn’t put the chicken in the broth so I ended making a salad with chicken breast and quietly enjoying dinner in the front room. Although I had listened to music while making my chicken weevil soup, the music ended just as I sat down at the table. I embraced the silence and ate in peace. About twenty-five minutes later I heard several male voices come from the corner or my front room and quickly, with a wee(vil) bit of fear, surmised it was the ghost track on the CD.
The ghost track, like the weevils and the ants, were definitely were definitely unexpected dining guests.