I’m working into the evening and ate dinner whilst editing a document. Earlier, I picked up a dish of (what I thought) was egg salad at the store.

When I went to wash my plate and rinse out the little plastic tub of egg salad, I found, not eggs, but fish heads in the mix. I should have thought those were odd tasting eggs. This either states that I pay absolutely no attention to what I eat or, alternately, I am able to completely focus on my work. (Not that I mind little dead-eyed fish, just not when I thought I was eating eggs—it’s a matter of principle.)

This was a much better finding than the time I discovered I’d eaten most of a [name withheld] sports-snack bar that was riddled with an exotic moth larva (reading the newspaper at that time).