An Ode to Lunch Break

My work... my job... not fun. I work at a pharmacy as a cashier/pharmacy clerk. So, basically, as a cashier, I stand there, bored out of my mind, hoping that somebody will come in and buy something. And as a pharmacy clerk, I stand there while old people who really need medicine tell me about how if they don't have the medicine they could go into withdrawals, go into a coma, and then die. 

I love it when they do that, because they are basically saying, "Here! I have my life in my hands and now I'm putting it on the counter in front of you. If you don't get my medicine right now, it's going to shrivel up like a raisin, turn dark blue and purple, and then implode. Thanks!!!!"

So, at around one or two o'clock every day, there is an hour. One hour. Only one. But it is the best hour of my day (except for the hour directly following closing time). This hour, this beloved God-sent hour, is lunch time.

So, here's to you, Lunch Hour. The happiness you bring to people's lives all across the world lights up our spirits, giving us the gusto we need to get throught the second dreadful half of the day. The food you put in our grumbling stomachs revives us from the long, tiresome work morning we were forced to endure only on the sad little bowl of Cap'n Crunch cereal.

To Lunch Hour!