Unfortunately, my agent neglected to tell me that the school was strictly vegetarian. And when I say "strictly vegetarian", I mean it. Or, rather, they meant it. When they realised I was packing meat in a tupperware container, they asked me to remove it from the communal fridge, wrap it in a plastic bag and return it to my satchel. I obliged with all the remorse and shame of an exposed cannibal.
When lunchtime came around, however, I found myself in a pickle. I had no change in my pocket, and I was quite sure the school would not accept card payment for a lettuce sandwich.
So that's how I found myself eating cold spaghetti bolognese on a park bench outside the school gates.
Very Leviticus.
Imagine if you'd had bacon....
ReplyDeleteTell me about it! Between kashrut and communal nut allergies Poss had to have vegemite sandwiches for two whole years at preschool.
ReplyDeleteBut they really should have shouted you a lettuce sandwich, or a bit of matza.