I popped out to the supermarket this afternoon to pick up some items for my youth group. When I returned, I found a baggie of high quality Swiss chocolate squares on my desk; the cook left them for me as "pills for my headaches". She knows I ingest some caffeine in the form of chocolate whenever I acquire a migraine and I was delighted by the little surprise.
I had to stay late for a meeting so I always bring my dinner with me - a frozen TV dinner. I cook it before the priests come for their dinner so I'm out of the way before they arrive. Tonight I cooked my dinner and as soon as the microwave beeped, I popped the door open, grabbed the container, stuck a finger into the sauce, burning it, and dropped the whole thing *SPLAT!* on the floor.
It didn't land in a good way. Food side down, rigatoni and sauce all over the floor. I refrained from swearing and the cook said, "No worries - I have you covered."
She grabbed a chicken breast out of the oven, served me up some fried rice, cauliflower and carrots, grabbed a placemat from the dining room and said, "Enjoy in style!" I was very touched; I had already been calculating that I would have to go to the supermarket to get another TV dinner as I certainly didn't expect hand outs.
It turned out my dinner was much nicer than the one I threw on the ground and none of the priests were the wiser about what had transpired -- and why there was one less chicken breast to go around that night.
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