lunch.

i go out to lunch, a lot

most of the time with the same co-worker

and most of the time we do a soup/salad/sandwich combo

{diet coke included, natch}

at the local bakeries

very fresh, very delish

but, let's be honest

the bakery is SUCH a lady lunch date place

grandmas monopolize the tables

girlfriends gather with their babies

four generations of women - grandma, mom, daughter, and her newborn

piles of women... everywhere

i guess too much time spent as the minority gender does a number on a man's manliness

so occassionally, to even the score, we'll do five guys burger and fries

{LOTS of dudes there}

but today, for the first time ever

at kneader's bakery

over a turkey and provolone sandwich

with a cup of corn and green chile bisque

i was the minority

i ate among the men

lots and lots of bakery going men

suit and tie wearing execs

two {two!} sets of twenty something dudes

FIREFIGHTERS, even

at last, mr. co-worker felt justified in the element

and, even for a brown girl, i felt like a minority