After a long beach walk a cinnamon bun was in order. My friends and I grabbed the comfy seats in the corner of the coffee shop and settled in for some gluttony. Cecilia had grabbed some coffee spoons for our buns since the other utensils offered were of the wrong material.
I had the perfect vantage point to watch other bun eaters as they selected plastic forks and knifes for their fare. I started judging people and ranting to Dave about the fact that plastic was not even on those peoples’ radar whatsoever, and that if they stopped to think even for a second and USED THEIR BRAINS! they would not choose plastic for this 5 minutes of dining. With disdain, I felt like going over and yelling: YOUR BUNK BUN EATING WAYS WILL HAVE A LASTING AWFUL IMPACT ON OUR PLANET AND YOU HAVE NO CLUE! Then, if I could do whatever I wanted, I would throw all the plastic cutlery on against the wall. Probably the clam shell containers too. From this, I would reap great satisfaction. Judge me, I dare ya.
In comes another bun eater. I am still watching. He approaches the cutlery table. I cringe. He pauses and weighs his options: 1. plastic fork and knife 2. metal coffee spoon. I hold my breath. He makes the right decision, sits, and awkwardly, yet humbly, begins to eat his bun with a spoon. I think this guy is rad and he has no idea that he made my day.
In the grand scheme of things, eating a bun with a spoon is the most minute little sacrifice for the greater good (or shall I say the greatest good, since “The Greater Good” was trademarked by Burt’s Bees…if that makes any sense. Tell me I am not the only one who sees the irony in that.). Back to the point…that barely even qualifies as a sacrifice, but it is significant enough in this sad state of affairs to warrant a celebration.