Monday, September 20, 2010

Messy eating

I keep several hand towels in my car. They aren’t for clean-up or spills, but for bibs.

I am messy when I eat in the car. Actually, I’m messy eating anywhere.

I never go to lunch wearing a white shirt, unless I have a towel handy; they are food magnets. Then again, so are green, pink, yellow, blue and all the other colored shirts.

Why tempt fate, use a bib. Actually, that either sounds like a great slogan or has just become my mantra.

The food I love to eat involves sauce or condiments- gravity’s best friends.

I have an invisible bull’s-eye on the front of my chest, and I hit the target like an expert, so I wear a towel.

Seafood restaurants have the right idea by giving away plastic bibs, but not every restaurant is accommodating.

I have toyed with the idea of designing ladies Wearable Protective Gear in many designs: lacey ones; see-through flexible plastic that won’t cover up a lovely outfit; terrycloth for outdoor use; placemat versions to match the ones on the table and so on.

Perhaps there should be some with little pockets at the bottom to catch that rolling meatball or spaghetti noodles.

There would have to be some kind of caveat to eating the fallen food, sort of like a 5-second rule or save it for scraps.

I suppose I should develop a manual for proper etiquette.
Just because we use a WPG doesn’t mean we have to behave like a PIG.

I'd love to hear your suggestions for a clean shirt.
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Until I sell my inventions, have a messy day.

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