One More Bite (Patreon)

The meeting had run late and it was past lunch time, so I just grabbed a left over sandwich from the fridge. It’s not like it’s a big deal. We all get salary. This time however there was a snide post-it on it with the text “Hands off, fat greedy children!”. Whatev.

It was totally fine for like two hours. Then I was getting really, really hungry. I went and grabbed some trail mix from the snack cupboard, and must have done like 3-4 trips until I finally gave up for an early bite. I left the office half past five and stopped by the first McDonald’s on the way home. One big mickey, supersized to go, with mayo. I was so hungry I started to eat the fries already in the car. When I pulled up in front of the house it didn’t feel that meaningful to move inside, so I just ate the burger there. I don’t know what came over me, but I straight up squeezed the mayo packs into my mouth as a chaser.

It probably should have concerned me more, but my hand looked smaller and smoother when I unlocked the front door. Had I been more aware I would have felt the clothes not fitting properly as well, but I was still too hungry to think straight. I started raiding the fridge, trying to come up with things I could cook fast. Fried egg. Pasta carbonara. More mayo.

It’s now quarter past ten, I’m all out of ice cream, and I hope the post-it is still in my trashcan so I can match the hand writing. I have a feeling that it will take more than just an apology to get back to normal, when I find the person. God, I hope I can find who did it. I should get back to office right away. Just a quick stop to restock the fridge first. And perhaps another burger.