Meeting Without Food

There was a safety training and safety training means food, usually.  I skipped lunch in anticipation of pizza, brownies and the obligatory salad.  The meeting was moved from the normal meeting room to the executive conference room (which should have raised a flag).  I arrived, and there was no food.  We stared daggers at the meeting coordinator who waved her arms to the recessed overhead lights, the hi-definition projectors, the hardwood tables and the high-back leather chairs.

You can’t eat a leather chair.