I had a non-helpful, sleepy morning yesterday. I flopped into my chair, clicked down the switch to start the motors of my engine and debated what exactly I would have would have for breakfast. After a sparse couple of days, we now had milk. But I could go for something, my mouth smacking, more starchy; I could go for something fruity too.
I’ll have a banana with peanut butter.
Meandering into the kitchen, I grabbed a knife, a banana and the jar of barely used peanut butter. Back in my room and in front of my computer, I flopped back down, peeling my banana, and started up the feed reader, the email accounts, the online class accounts.
A voice from the depths of my mind, the one who sometimes has to lay low on her hypochondriac urges, whispered a gentle, “What ever happened about that peanut butter recall?” Without a thought, I opened up to Google, I type ‘peanut butter recall’.
I immediately see a link to the FDA and click to it. A picture of Peter Pan peanut butter jumps up, I breathe a sign of relief, looking at my Great Value brand label. My gaze reaches back to the screen where I noticed “and potentially Great Value peanut butter with the product number beginning with 2111”.
My eyes flick to the top of the lid where I had been resting my knife. Letting the knife strike and smear the surface, I shoved the lid off of my desk and in front of my nose.
Grimacing I murmured, “It can’t be – ”
Never mind the “potentially”, my inner hypochondriac cackled with glee and I started to get a sinking feeling in my stomach, “symptoms begin in 12-72 hours”, “Salmonella”.
So I have been desperately working to finish my homework and end term projects since I have a new deadline: ’cause now I’m a goin’ to die. And if I do just get sick, someone is going to pay for my college education.
Ah, to live in a litigious society.