On the way home from work last week I noticed a large box by the office door, marked, "Food Drive."
Happily, over the weekend I remembered to purge my pantry so I could donate some useless cans to the food drive.
It made a heavy package, and this morning I wondered if perhaps I should see how hot it was outside before I lugged in twenty pounds of canned food. But I gutted it out. I toted it inside. To the box. The box marked "School Supplies."
I toted it twenty more feet to the bathroom. I considered just leaving the cans on the counter or in a stall. Suddenly one of the toilets flushed and I jumped. I decided that was a bad omen and I should take the cans to my desk.
This is why I can offer you Chunky Chicken Noodle Soup if you stop by for lunch. Or, perhaps, a can floridly labelled "KRAUT."
I am sure TeddyJ will have a canned food drive at some point, and the poor families pining for canned Blueberry Pie Filling will have a happy Christmas. Or, I could throw cans of food over the cube wall at Steve when he gets mouthy.
Perhaps I could work out a tune. They are different sizes. I could line them up and hit them with pencils.