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Whatcha Got There?

I love to cook. I love searching for fun and easy recipes and trying new meals. On the weekends, the house smells amazing with whatever dish I’m cooking. Which means come Monday, the leftovers are going with me to work. Monday morning, 9 a.m., I’m already salivating over my lunch ... watching the clock counting the minutes til I can heat up my leftovers and savor every bite.

It never fails that as soon as I dig in to my lunch, the same nosy woman comes sauntering over to my desk. “Whatcha got there, something smells good?” Then she stands there until I answer her. I wouldn’t be surprised if I saw drool coming out of her mouth. Maybe I’m the most impatient person in the world and maybe I can’t take a compliment, but I get so annoyed by this woman. It feels like an invasion of my space when she peeks into my tupperware bowl to see what I’m eating. Almost like I’m sitting there in my undies.

So what am I supposed to say? I answer the question with as few syllables as it takes. “Meatloaf.” I don’t elaborate. I don’t want to give recipe tips or talk about how delicious my food is. I just want to be left alone to enjoy my meal.

Lately I’ve been tempted to ask her, “Would you like some?” But I’m afraid she might say yes and how awkward would that be? She reminds me of a seagull hovering and waiting for me to drop a tidbit so she can swoop in and get it.

Is it just me? Am I overthinking this? Do other people like to be bothered while they’re eating? Prior to a few weeks back, my office had a kitchen with some tables for dining. I tried eating in the kitchen but the same things would happen to me... “Whatcha eatin?” It even went as far as someone telling me I wasn’t eating the most healthy of choices. This woman went on to explain what I should be eating. From that point on, I stopped eating in the kitchen. I thought by eating at my desk, I would be left alone... but now I get swarmed by a vulture.

I think I could handle a casual, “What’s for lunch today?” comment in passing. I could even handle, “that smells good.” But something about the way this woman hovers and sniffs the air is really starting to creep me out.

Perhaps this is my exercise in patience. I need to learn to just grin and bear it.