Time To Eat

Summary:
About 13 years ago, I was working in Pennsylvania's vending program where I managed my very first foodservice facility. As anyone employed in this fast-paced business can attest, it can leave you quite tired at the end of a long day.

In those days, I lived close enough to walk the short distance to my snack bar. However, at the end of this particular day, I needed to take the bus into town to run a few errands. After I returned to my apartment, I decided to re-heat some leftovers for dinner. I placed foil-covered spare ribs on a cookie sheet and turned on the oven to 350 degrees.

Later that evening, long after I had finished eating dinner, I noticed my watch was missing. I searched everywhere I could think of. I was baffled. I even made an ill-fated attempt at calling the local bus company to inquire about the possibility of a passenger having turned in a watch discovered on any of their buses I don't mean to imply that this "mysteriously disappearing watch" was terribly extravagant, but I was rather attached to it. It always kept perfect time for many years.

Several days later, I was resigned to the fact that my watch was lost forever. One evening, while preparing dinner, I took the cookie sheet out of my oven. With my then tiny tunnel of vision, I noticed a very shriveled, melted, crispy clump of leather and plastic. It was my Watch!

Apparently, when I returned home earlier that week, I was so exhausted I did not realize that I had set my watch on the cookie sheet, which was on the kitchen counter. I inadvertently cooked my watch along with the spare ribs!

I guess you could say that I had a little "spare time to kill!" ABAPITA!

J. D. Lewis
Harrisburg, PA

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