The Soup Of Destiny

A coworker who sat near me got moved to another office a couple of months ago.  And when she was organizing her desk, she found a Campbell's microwaveable chicken noodle soup in her cabinet.  She didn't want it, so she gave it to me.  And on various occasions I've been tempted to save my homemade lunch for a day and have a smaller, lighter lunch by enjoying the free soup.  But I've always decided against it.  I've either not been in the mood for chicken noodle soup, or my lunch from home is too tempting because it's leftovers from my wife's amazing cooking (10 husband points earned for that sentence).

But then, today something unusual happened.  I forgot my leftovers at home, which is not like me at all (I'm a fatty).  I was in a rush because I was a little late, and I've been a little sick lately, so I was a little out of it.  Then I got to work this morning and realized I had nothing to eat.  And that's when I saw the soup.

Now I'm not really into the idea of fate, but it seems like it was meant to be.  I refrained from eating it so many times over the past two months, and the one day I forget my lunch just happens to be the day that I'm sick enough to really want chicken noodle soup.  Just thinking about that weird coincidence gives me the chills.  And my body kinda aches.  And my throat hurts.  Now that I think about it, fate kinda feels like the flu.