Fawlty Showers 2

Lunch

I ate lunch in the break room that day, something I rarely did.

Abigail was finishing the same lunch she ate every day: half a sandwich, a hard-boiled egg, and tea.

I had to ask, “Abigail, don’t you ever want something different?”

She wiped the corner of her mouth, neatly placing the napkin back in her lap.

“As a child, I never knew what lunch might be,” Abigail said.?“Some days my aunt sent me to school with a bag of chips. If I complained, she would send me the next day with nothing at all, or a grocery bag filled to the brim to embarrass me.”

“I still don’t understand the appeal of eating the same thing every day.”

“I like this lunch. I like the predictability. Most of all, I like the way it feels as if I’m sticking it to my crazy aunt, as illogical as that sounds.”

Illogical or not, I had to give Abigail credit, she had turned what could have been a resentment into a reward. ?I wondered if I had resentments I might want to convert.

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Today I’ll try to turn a resentment into a reward.

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Fawlty Showers 2 is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.

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