If any of you readers are nurses or have been nurses, you know firsthand, that on some days there is no such thing as a lunch break. There's a lunch snack or a quick lunch, or lunch on the go. Sometimes, lunch is a luxury.
I had time for a real lunch yesterday, although it was later than usual. Luckily, I had brown-bagged it because by the time I sat down in the break room the cafeteria was closed. A Patient Care Tech was enjoying her tray from the cafeteria. She told me she had been the last one in line. We chatted for a few minutes about one of our patients, then ate in silence while I looked over 'my brain,' the clipboard where I keep notes on my patients.
When the PCT stood up to take her tray away, I noticed that she had not eaten her brownie. It was on a small paper plate wrapped in pink Saran Wrap.
"Are you going to eat that brownie?" I asked, guessing that she was going to throw it away.
I was thinking of Kenz. I was thinking how Kenz and I could split it, maybe with a cold glass of milk. I was thinking how that brownie could be a surprise for our special time together when I picked her up from school after I got off work.
The PCT was a bit surprised by my asking, maybe because I really don't know her that well.
"Well you can have it if you want it, but um...um, I was actually going to save it." she said.
"That's fine, sorry, I thought you were throwing it away."
"No, I wasn't." she smiled, " I'm bringing it home for my granddaughter. I like to have a treat for her, something we can share together. That way she knows I am thinking about her when I'm at work."
She and I didn't know that we were both grandmas. (We are all look so young these days.) I told her that I was thinking about doing the same thing and we laughed.
Grandmas are so very sweet!