[ WP ] You are eating lunch in the park when a pigeon comes up to you and says , `` Hey , pal , can you spare a few crumbs ? ''

Rye. Again. 
 
 The picnic table bench creaked as I shifted from thigh to thigh. The boxed lunch I had pilfered from the office break room, leftover from some unfortunate souls who were bribed by free food to attend a lunchtime seminar on `` The Eight Time Saving Rules and You'', was once again unsatisfactory. A vegetable sandwich on rye bread with a pickle in a Ziploc bag and what appeared to be a digestive biscuit. Beggars ca n't be choosers though. 
 
 It had been three days since I left the office. The long range plan was due tomorrow, and for a guy in finance, that meant staying all night. You did what you needed to do to get the job done, and with layoffs around the corner, everyone was out for themselves. My database access had just been revoked due to someone looking at the server the wrong way, so free lunch and freer sunshine beckoned. 
 
 Chewing thoughtfully, I tried to focus on where I was, the present moment. Anything to escape my churning brain. Closing my eyes, I could hear birds twittering away, staccatic shouts of children at the playground, bicycles winding around the pathways. The rye bread got soggier in my mouth, and a bitter rancid taste took over from the dry bready flavor. I realized that this sandwhich might not have been from that day's lunch seminar, but possibly from last week's monthly lunch and learn ( `` Legal Hold Orders: What do do, Who to Contact'' ). 
 
 I opened my eyes and looked at the half sandwich remaining and sighed. I put a hand to my stomach, hoping I would n't pay for this meal later. I rested my arms on the table and rested my head on my arms. 
 
 `` Hey, pal, can you spare a few crumbs?'' I must have fallen asleep as this gentleman's voice woke me up. I raised my head and mumbled `` ts gone bad, bub...'' as I looked into the face of an inquisitive pigeon sitting on the table a foot from my face. I blinked at the bird. It blinked back at me. I slowly pushed the rancid veggie sandwich over towards it. It pecked at it hesitantly, cooed, and fluttered off to the nearest tree. 
 
 I handed in my resignation at 2 PM.
