Breaking the Law, Breaking the Law

I am a rule follower.

Big time.

And I am always on time.


So today when a friend, completely spontaneously, suggested we head off-campus for lunch, I panicked. I had always heard of people leaving the building for lunch, but I had never actually done it myself. I was always too worried that I’d get stuck in a line or in traffic and get back to school a little late. And I figured I’d feel guilty for leaving the building, even though it really is okay to do.

But I had left dinner at home and wasn’t going to be home until 8:00, and when my friend said the magic words “Chick-Fil-A,” I threw caution to the wind, grabbed my purse, and climbed in her car. And here’s what I gained:

  • quality gab time with two friends I don’t see often enough
  • a brief half-block walk in 40 degree weather and sunshine
  • sunshine streaming in the windshield (I haven’t seen sun since Sunday)
  • chicken nuggets, waffle fries, and a diet Coke
And yes, I was a little late getting back (I don’t have students during lunch hour so it wasn’t THAT bad of an infraction) but time didn’t stop, and even though I still feel guilty, there is a small part of my brain that says, “You arrived at work at 6:45 AM and left the building at 8:05 PM. Contract hours are 7:35-3:35. 10 extra minutes at lunch one time is okay…”

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