Random acts of typing

Okay, so I did make my semi-daily trip to the cafeteria to hunt and gather my mid-day meal along with some co-workers today.  Much to my surprise, there was no tuna to be had….  This makes me incredibly sad, but we can contemplate the fate of mercury-ridden tuna another time.  The issue at hand is simply - I had no alternative!  I am very much a creature of habit and had no clue what to order at this point.  I don’t partake of any meat coming from a pig’s body, so I couldn’t enjoy a thick slab o’ ham on some white bread dripping with mayo.  Okay, I think I just threw up a little.  Sorry about that.  I ventured over to the other end of the dining area, if you will, and found a happy little section of Mexican food, which I do truly love.  I am fairly certain that in my past life, if I had one, I was some degree of Hispanic and/or Italian because the food SINGS to me and causes my cellulite to multiply at the mention of cheese and pasta.  I digress.  After much perusal, I decided on a chicken taco salad.  This sounds tempting, and the chicken looked fairly fresh, as did the vegetables associated with this dish.  After a one-minute frying technique, I had a fresh tortilla bowl as well.  I was certain that I had found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.  The wonderful (and cute) food preparation expert then followed my requests and loaded some lettuce, fried rice, chicken and salsa into the lightly browned bowl.  At this point, I asked for just a little sour cream, to which he responded with a thunk of the spoon that had been resting in the dish containing the white substance.  Needless to say, a LITTLE sour cream turned into EXTRA sour cream.  Being the flirty girl that I am, I just laughed and said thank you, while giving him the “come hither” eye.  Okay, maybe not, but I did just laugh and say, “It’s fine.  Thank you.”  I had to give the full details because you, as my most observant readers, will notice that I completely forgot the CHEESE, one of the most important pieces of the taco salad or Mexican ANYTHING…….  I’m devastated.  I will have to choke this salad down, with the excess sour cream, and suffer until I can get home and nibble on the pound of heaven that is sitting in my cheese tray.