Lunch

Sam was sitting down to eat lunch when a man approached and sat down at the same table. It was the third time in just as many days that this man had done this.

“Okay, seriously, what gives?” Sam demanded to know, “Two days ago, you bug me when I’m dining at Taco Bell. Yesterday, you gave me grief at Popeye’s. Now I’m sure you’re going to yell at me because I’m eating McDonald’s! Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

The man sighed, “Because before the Great Shift, that was MY body. And I’m worried that you’re going to make me fat.”

Sam sighed. The Great Shift had been some time ago now, and when he couldn’t locate the person who had originally had his current body, he thought he never would. And yet here she was now in front of him at McDonald’s. While his mind swirled with questions of curiosity, his anger about being told what to do with what he had come to feel was now his body won out.

“I’ve been doing just fine for the past year without your help,” Sam shot back, “You know, just about everyone else I knew had the person they swapped into help them adjust, but where were you? Nowhere! And then now, you think you can tell me what’s best for me? How to eat? Do I honestly LOOK like I’ve gained weight since this became my body? Because I haven’t gained a pound. And I’d like to tell you all your old clothes still fit. But I honestly have no clue, because you didn’t show up until just now. So whereas everyone else was borrowing from the person they swapped into, I just had to go off and buy stuff, which wasn’t easy with all the stores closed up. But everything I bought early on -- yeah, it still fits. I feel good about this body -- MY body -- and you just need to butt out of it, and go back to whevever you crawled out of.”