Malnutrition…
Received a call this morning from King Panga that made me think a lot:
- King Panga: A customer needs you, when can you get here?
- Me (not willing): Well, the evening.
- King Panga: No, she can’t, it’s urgent.
- Me: Okay, At lunch time.
- King Panga: When exactly?
- Me: When I say “lunch time”, this means any time.
- King Panga: Yeah, that’s why I asked you when; you don’t have an exact time for food.
Funny, but that’s right; I realized that I eat anything, anytime, anyhow, anywhere, … I don’t give importance to nutrition, and this is making me less organized. Pizza, shawarma, chapatti, sandwich, … All are bad, unhealthy, without taste, expensive, … But I can’t imagine that I will switch that. I’m fed up of this street food, I’m sick of aggressively requesting no onion, no harissa and no mayonnaise, else I would leave the restaurant, and I get mad when the vendor innocently says “I put just a few, it’s good for health”. Thanks doctor, I don’t need your advice and your nuclear combination that often causes to me stomachache… And I went away with my thoughts…
Well, it’s lunch time, King Panga and the customer are waiting for me…
