Mr. Disproportionate Response

I’m eating a grilled chicken cob salad for lunch today. As I’m reaching the end of lunch, and I’m scraping together the last delicious bites of salad, I realize that there, sitting on my fork is a quarter of an egg, a chunk of grilled chicken, and a couple of bits of lettuce. Then, I became suddenly very uncomfortable with the situation. Does anyone else think it’s weird having a “before and after” on your fork?

This is part of a salad.

And for the record, hell yeah, I ate it.