Sometimes, I have the best conversations at work.
Like today. Since it’s a pay day, we usually try to order out for lunch. About 10 am, the IMs start flying, trying to determine what we are going to order.
I am not really familiar with soul food, but many of my co-workers are. For a pot luck one day last winter, one of my co-workers brought in greens.
They were DELICIOUS!
So, I asked for them for lunch today. (Because I’m funny. Or a punk. Whichever.)
And this sparked a discussion on all kinds of soul food. Which, of course, made everyone hungry for it.
So, my boss decided to have a soul food pot luck for me next week, as it will be my last day. [I got a new job.]
Okay, but we still have to decide on what we are having for lunch TODAY… [I, of course, asked, “What? You mean we eat more than once a week?”]
Since everyone was now hungry for soul food, my boss asks if we want to order from Sachels BBQ.
I reply, “I thought soul food was next week… :)”
Boss: “Oh. I eat it a lot. (Big girl syndrome) Comfort food junkie”
Co-worker: “The more soul food you eat, the bigger your soul becomes.”
Me: “I have a small soul?!”
CLEARLY, this is now a problem. Which must be remedied.
So, I *immediately* — just like St. Mark — text my priest: “Just been told my soul is tiny. It’s apparently related to “soul food” in some way. So, when are you cooking me dinner?”
I’m still waiting on a reply.
Me and my poor, tiny soul.