Anytime I bring a watermelon to work for lunch, my quality control diminishes. I can’t quite get a beat on why.
At home, I savor the best pieces of watermelon and then leave the remaining edges of the melon in the fridge, where I hope they will be eaten by others. Sometimes, while I am throwing together a quick lunch, I humor myself by packing a baggie of the factory seconds that I abandoned earlier.
As hunger ensues, I head to the office fridge, grab the baggie, proudly walk with it in plain view back to my desk. Then it happens, the party starts. The watermelon pieces that I discarded as not being good enough are now prime pieces of fruit and I am enjoying them possibly more than the gluttonous party the night before.
If you can help explain this anomaly please do tell!