It must be a sign.
I’ve mentioned before the whole health kick I’m on lately.
Today, I had a SERIOUS craving for a Snickers. They’re $1.25 in the vending machine. I rifled through my wallet and the change jar in my desk and came up with a grand total of $1.21.
I’m sure I could hassle my coworkers for a nickel (some of them would relish the opportunity and be more than willing to aid and abbett in my dietary “cheating”). But I won’t.
I’ll take it as a sign that I really shouldn’t chow down on a Snickers this afternoon – and try to dissuade the craving by burning my mouth on my green tea instead.