Had I not grown up in performing sports (or been born with the raging appetite I have), I might have been killed…
I have a friend who actually does forget to eat. All the time. I couldn’t imagine it because I’m constantly thinking of food! I have snacks in the car, I take snacks on trips…hell, half my suitcase is Boom Chika Pop popcorn, chicken jerky, almonds, peanut butter crackers, apples and chia bars when I go away!
So yeah…this is totally me…
Everyone is always so quick to say there’s five seconds in which you can pick up your food an be safe. I think as a figure skater who dropped food on the floor during summer training (when the rink was open but the snack bar wasn’t) the “five second rule” was more in effort to salvage even the tiniest morsel of food…lest I (like one of our cats claims an hour before dinner time) waste immediately away to a pile of skeletal remains.
The sad reality is, though…it happens much quicker. I’m not sure who assumed germs are so nice-ie-nice but, hello, they aren’t exactly counting down on our behalf. . . E.g.: “Hang on, Irv! Kid didn’t realize he dropped that – let’s give him an opportunity to pick it up first!”
No…they’re just like our vacuum…er…cat…. They’re on those crumbs double-time (sorry to burst any dreamy bubbles.)
(For the record, that didn’t stop me. The lofty claim of germy kindness remaining my scientific excuse so I didn’t (not) starve to death. 😉 )
This definitely was me once upon a time. I still do this, but nowadays it’s me realizing the Boom Chika Pop (yellow bag!) is empty. What the…??