Sometimes, I am so gross
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
I ate oatmeal off the floor of my car this morning.
I was running late for work, so I took my big soup mug of cinnamon raisin oatmeal that I'd made and put it on the passenger seat. Then I sort of forgot about it as I was going around a corner in my neighborhood, and whoops, the thing rolled right off the seat and onto the floor. Most of it didn't spill, but several spoonfuls ended up on the dirty floor of the car...and I pulled over and spooned most of it back into the cup. I didn't scrape the rug, but I definitely crunched a couple things that were neither cinnamon, raisin, nor oatmeal.
I just get so hungry sometimes these days, and I wanted to make sure I ate all the food I'd planned for the day, and I hate waste, and I love oatmeal, and okay yeah god knows what kind of dirt and germs are on the floor of my car. At least there usually aren't passengers. But I honestly can't remember the last time I vacuumed.
So yeah, I am disgusting. Then again, I do have a kickass immune system; perhaps it is a result of my grossness? (Or perhaps it enables my grossness because I don't get punished with stomachaches whenever I eat questionably old produce/yogurt/cheese/bread/fi
nger food without having washed my hands/car floor oatmeal. Who can say?) :)