I really miss working in Chinatown. There were many, many excellent food choices, none of which ever made me regret my luncheon decision (well, except for that one time at Potbelly when my sandwich had hot peppers. Oh, sweet Jesus, the burning). But now, being in L'Enfant Plaza with a very limited choice of restaurants, a phenomenon has taken over my body and it strikes about once a week.
I do something insanely stupid. Well, food related stupid, that is. Let me illustrate this point with some examples!
Scenario 1: I enter one of the many Chinese buffet restaurants in my building where I think to myself, "My, that chicken and broccoli looks delicious. Last time it was really super spicy and fire shot out my ears and I almost died, but it probably isn't spicy this time!"
Scenario 2: I enter the Potomac Food Court and get sushi, even though it's made at 8:00 a.m. and sits there until 11:00 a.m. when the first brave soul (me) lifts the saran wrap and selects an unagi roll. Five minutes later, in my office, four of the six pieces are in the trash can, because sushi should never, ever taste that fishy. GOD.
Scenario 3: Standing in front of the smoothie place, I order a mondo gigantico smoothie, even though I know that I can only finish a small smoothie.
Scenario 4: At same smoothie place, I order a pretzel, even though I can only have a few bites before the stomach ache kicks in. It's also one of the countless times I've wondered aloud why I don't have a family-size bottle of Tums in my desk.
Scenario 5: I go to McDonald's. Ugh. I now have heartburn after reading that sentence.
I've put myself through all of these scenarios at least twice. In fact, the repeat sushi scenario happened just today! What the hell is wrong with me? I spend lots of money on food that goes to waste. I am a double-waster wastoid.
The answer? Bring my own lunch. I know. So. Who wants to pack a lunch for me every night?