A Exploratory Profile
In one of his five pinstripe business suits, Jacob ate his lunch in the car. The windows were up, even though it was seventy-five degrees outside. The stuffiness didn't bother him. He just hoped no one could smell his lunch on him after he was done. He didn't want anyone knowing that he ate alone every day.
Today, like every Wednesday, it was a $6 turkey deli sandwich on a rosemary bagel from Breugger's down the street from the office. The peppered bacon here was his favorite. And it was inexpensive. Randy Simmons always went to lunch at the restaurant on the base floor of the office building. A burger there was $15 plus tax and tip.
He tucked the napkin methodically into his collar above the knot of his tie and spread it out to protect the maximum surface area. Last week, he had dropped a dab of mustard on his light gray tie. It had cost a fortune at the dry cleaners to remove the oil stain.
When he was done, he wrapped his trash neatly into the napkin that protected his shirt, saved the extra napkins in his glove compartment for dinner, and returned to work. His most flavorful lunch of the week was done for now. Tomorrow was Thursday, and he was back to sack lunches in the corner of the break room until next Wednesday.
