Parm Bagel, Please

About nine o'clock every morning, Monday through Friday, I say these words. Well sometimes I don't even have to say anything. The cook/chef in the cafeteria sees me and just starts toasting my paremesan bagel. I have had a parmesan bagel, every morning, with very few exceptions for the last two years. Even before the current cook/chef started working. Which means, he thinks that's the only thing I order. And sometimes I go in and think maybe, just maybe I might buy some delicious hashbrowns and smother them in ketchup and salt and pepper. And the next thing I know, my bagel is ready. Before I even order.

And if I were to order something else, it would be this big spectacle. I can imagine it now. The cook/chef proclaiming, "WHAT? No bagel today? What's going on with you? Are you not feeling well?" Or something to that effect. And saying it loudly enough that other people would look and stare. And soon people would be stopping by cube saying, "so, I hear you didn't order a bagel today. Why not?" And I would have to go into a big long story about how wonderful the hashbrowns looked. And most days, I'm not in the mood for such a fuss. So, no matter how good the other food looks, I simply say, "Parmesan bagel please. And yes, I take it with butter."