It was the end of a very long day. We had skipped lunch to catch up on our patient load and I was famished. I hopped into my car and proceeded to the nearest restaurant I could find, a sushi joint.
I made a beeline for the take out section and found what I was looking for: a party platter.
"Do you need chopsticks to go?" asked the cashier.
"How many sets?" I paused and pondered. Should I be honest? Just say one? No, I will look like a pig. Just lie to not look desperate.
She started packing my purchase for my supposed night of fun and games with friends.
Nay, there would be no such thing. Just a stack of study books, sushi, and four sets of chopsticks.