Freddy brought spaghetti for lunch last week. Unlike most people, Freddy doesn’t use containers with lids, or even zip lock bag to transport lunches. He’s been known to carry fried chicken and ham sandwiches in his pockets. This time he used a large mixing bowl, with no lid, saran wrap, or covering of any kind. He brought about 5 lbs of spaghetti in the bowl. If the lidless bowl’s purpose was to allow easy snacking access it was a success; at lunch break he had around 3 lbs left and was getting pretty full of spaghetti and very willing to share. 
A young guy, hung over, was slouching in his chair looking not too great and, in Freddy’s opinion, in need of some nourishment. Freddy says, “Hey, want some spaghetti? I got lots!”, and he shows him the half full mixing bowl. Fortunately there are no flies on the production floor in the winter here, but lots of dust, weld slag, and jokesters willing to toss bits of cardboard, peanuts and ¼ inch lock washers into uncovered mixing bowls of spaghetti. After having observed Freddy snack at the bowl the entire morning, and when he was actually working, which wasn’t often, leave it sitting on the shop lunch break table, Hangover Guy thinks this might not be the best idea. “No thanks Freddy, I’m good”. Freddy who generally doesn’t take whatever the answer is for an answer, says he’s not taking no for an answer. “Common, you’re going to pass out if you don’t eat something.” Hangover Guy is searching his scrambled brain for an excuse, “Freddy, we got nothing to put it in, and I’m not eating out that bowl.” If Freddy is anything, he is an ‘ideas guy’. He reaches behind the break table and slides a cardboard box over, tears about half of one of the flaps off, and using the same large slotted spoon he’s been eating with, scoops a couple large piles of spaghetti on it and pushes it to Hangover Guy. Not a word is said by the 10 or so co-workers who’ve been waiting for Freddy to find one of the 3 pop rivets they tossed in there an hour ago. Freddy just looks at them, pulls the half full bottle of Pepsi he’s been keeping tucked in his belt loop behind his back, a la Magnum PI, takes a swig and deadpans, “What? You guys all want some now?!”
A young guy, hung over, was slouching in his chair looking not too great and, in Freddy’s opinion, in need of some nourishment. Freddy says, “Hey, want some spaghetti? I got lots!”, and he shows him the half full mixing bowl. Fortunately there are no flies on the production floor in the winter here, but lots of dust, weld slag, and jokesters willing to toss bits of cardboard, peanuts and ¼ inch lock washers into uncovered mixing bowls of spaghetti. After having observed Freddy snack at the bowl the entire morning, and when he was actually working, which wasn’t often, leave it sitting on the shop lunch break table, Hangover Guy thinks this might not be the best idea. “No thanks Freddy, I’m good”. Freddy who generally doesn’t take whatever the answer is for an answer, says he’s not taking no for an answer. “Common, you’re going to pass out if you don’t eat something.” Hangover Guy is searching his scrambled brain for an excuse, “Freddy, we got nothing to put it in, and I’m not eating out that bowl.” If Freddy is anything, he is an ‘ideas guy’. He reaches behind the break table and slides a cardboard box over, tears about half of one of the flaps off, and using the same large slotted spoon he’s been eating with, scoops a couple large piles of spaghetti on it and pushes it to Hangover Guy. Not a word is said by the 10 or so co-workers who’ve been waiting for Freddy to find one of the 3 pop rivets they tossed in there an hour ago. Freddy just looks at them, pulls the half full bottle of Pepsi he’s been keeping tucked in his belt loop behind his back, a la Magnum PI, takes a swig and deadpans, “What? You guys all want some now?!” 
