Okay, I did it. I took the frozen dinner from the office refrigerator, microwaved it, and ate it. There, I've said it.
Here's the deal: we have 18 inches of snow; I'm here with less than 10 people in a 200+ person office building; because my car is light, I walked home last night - in the snow - and walked back today - in the deeper snow; and none of the nearby restaurants nor the building snack shop are open.
As I hope you can see, it's not my fault.
I read "Alive," about the rugby team from Uruguay whose plane crashed in the Andes Mountains and they were forced to eat their dead fellow passengers to survive. It wasn't their fault, either!
Not that I didn't have guilt. Heck, the Uruguayans had guilt - but the priests said their action was okay because it was for survival. Same with me.
I'm reminded of the time my friend Big M bought some frozen White Castles at lunch at the grocery and stowed them in the fridge. By break time, they were gone. I don't think anybody ate them ... to survive ... or anything like that. They simply stole them.
I didn't steal. I had to survive. There, I've said it.
(By the way, it was turkey and mashed potatoes and it was pretty tasty.)
