Toward the end of a 6-hour graduate class, I was hungry. I pulled out my apple and tried to bite it quietly. This is nearly impossible. Every CRUNCH seemed like I was screaming.We were in the middle of a heated discussion and I feel like I took larger bites to match the tempo of the dialogue. It was so juicy that it dripped onto my lap. I had to eat it fast. Clearly this was not the best snack for class.
As I was packing up, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Um… did you mean to eat the sticker?”
“What?” I answered.
“You know, the sticker on your apple. Did you know you ate it?”
Oh man! I can’t believe I didn’t look at what I was eating. It felt like the apple now laughed at me. “GOTCHA!” the apple taunted. At least it wasn’t a worm.