For the last week of school (I did mention it was the last week of school didn’t I?) I packed up 4 sandwiches and 4 sodas this weekend to get me through the last week of school lunches. I did not feel like worrying or being inspired about lunch this week. This morning before leaving for school, I also packed a sandwich size ziplock bag with ice. I like ice with my lunchtime soda, so I bring in my own and leave it in the freezer at school. This way I was set for the week.
At lunch time this afternoon, I pulled the bag of ice out of the freezer to add to my soda. The bag was only half as full as it was when I put it in the freezer. Someone took my ice! A couple of my colleagues listened to my plight. One of them asked if my name was on it, while the other one disagreed that that even mattered. I didn’t have my name on it, but the idea never even occurred to me. We are adults. The person who took it knew it didn’t belong to them.
Now, please don’t think that I’m really posting this about missing ice. What does ice cost? I have no idea, but it’s not like I don’t have more at home. I would have even shared my ice if someone had asked. The issue I’m having is that someone would take something that didn’t belong to them. Taking something out of the fridge that I didn’t bring in would also never occur to me. Who does that?
After my conversation with my colleagues, I found a black pen and wrote my name on the bag because this glass of ice-chilled caffeinated soda is about the only thing getting me through the day lately, and I didn’t want to lose anymore. I can’t believe it’s come to that.
#ARTifacts: September 2017
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