A Close Encounter with a Spork

I'm nerdy organized about my daily take-my-lunch-to-school routine.  All the way down to my cloth napkin, two spoons, and one fork.  The cloth napkin, because I like to bring a little class and environmentalism to my day.  The fork, well, ya know, you gotta have a fork.  And the two spoons, because I'm too lazy to wash my oatmeal spoon by hand.  Yes, I bring oatmeal to school every day to eat before my students arrive.  It's good and good for ya.

Except this morning I spaced out.  For the first time this entire school year I arrived at work with no napkin, no fork, and no two spoons.  I sighed, got over it quickly, and made my way to the cafeteria where I was able to find that amazing, multi-purpose, wonder of an eating tool...the spork.  Now I'm usually wild about combo things.  Like my skorts...pure genius.  But the spork?  Not even in the same category of awesome.  Not even close.

That spork bent as soon as it made contact with my mushy oatmeal.  After a few tries I figured out how to finesse and sweet talk it into getting a small bite's worth.  And then I sat in awe thinking of all the children I've seen managing to easily eat things like spaghetti and meatballs with those same sporks.

So I think I must rethink this whole "the spork is the problem" thing I've been having and go ahead and consider it to truly be operator error.

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