Yesterday I forgot to bring my lunch to work. I was famished after teaching three periods. This happens often. There's no kosher food joints anywhere nearby, so I forage for a meal in the local CVS, where the food aisle consists of candy bars from Hell, pistachios, beef jerky, Suzy-Q’s, any kind of chip or pretzel, marshmallows and a bevy of assorted deep-fried obscenities.
It doesn’t take a person long to realize that there is little, if any, respectable food to be bought in the New York City drugstores.
There is, however, tons of FoodCrack.
Yesterday, I cracked out. Hard.
I emerged from the store with a bag containing a box of Fiddle-Faddle, a large bag of Utz Party Mix and one 20oz. blue PowerAde. The Skor bar never even made it into the bag. It was gone by the time I reached the corner.
I ate the Fiddle-Faddle immediately once inside, and was half way through the Party Mix when the party was over. I had hit the bottom. There was nacho cheese on my fingers and tie.
I gave the rest of the bag away to my coworkers who quickly devoured the rest.
Now I’m a FoodCrack pusher as well.
I've been pretty good about this kind of stuff all year so far.
But I think I just fell off the wagon. Again.