I’ll admit that I’m a greedy mofo.  As long as it smells and looks good I’ll give it a shot.  During my short stint in corporate America I was introduced to the concept of a potluck.  I was a bachelor at the time so free home cooked food was right down my alley.  After all, a person can only eat so much chicken from the foreman grill and rice.

The day before the potluck I started to hear rumblings around the office.  Apparently, some people weren’t so thrilled with the idea.  I started to hear doozies like:

• I don’t eat food from anyone else’s house.
• Suzy doesn’t wash her hands in the restroom.  You think I’m going to eat her food?
• I hope Mark buys cookies from Publix this year.  He made some last year and they were gross.
• I’m going to slide out and pick up lunch when the potluck starts.  I don’t want to risk it.

Greed allowed me to ignore these statements and chow down, but I was in the minority.  It seems that my greed was blinding from some sort of thinking.

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