Would You Eat Plane Crash Survivors?
“The world’s going to end anyway, right? That’s what they say,” said Nick from the cubicle next to me.
“Do you really believe that?” I asked.
“I’m ready. I got my bag packed!” he said and slugged some more coffee. I think it was cup number four.
“If the world was ending, why would you pack a bag? I mean wouldn’t we just dissolve into ether?” I asked.
“I’m talking about survival stuff. Canned foods, weapons, tools. Stuff like that. Other people would be like, ‘I’d pack pictures, keepsakes’ and dumb stuff like that.”
“You know, I write a blog and every day I ask a question. Maybe I could make a question out of that,” I said. “Although it doesn’t really make sense, if we’re all gonna die it doesn’t matter what’s in the bag.”
“Here’s a question,” Nick’s head popped up over the side of the cubicle. “If you were in a plane crash in the middle of nowhere, would you eat the other people to survive?”
“Um, I don’t know if my readers are that kind of crowd,” I said.
“Not ready for cannibalism?” he asked.
“No. Probably not.” I laughed.
He sank back into his chair and began typing on his keyboard. I began to type too.
“How about, ‘should marijuana be legal?’” he said a couple minutes later.
“I try to stay away from politics,” I said. “But I have to ask, if your plane crashed and you were stranded in the middle of nowhere, would you eat people?”
“Of course. I’d pick out the ones who were the least likely to survive and eat them.”
“Nice.”
“Seriously, if it was about survival, you would too.”
Maybe he had a point there, but preying on the weak seemed a little heartless.
“Okay, what if you and your girlfriend…”
“I’d eat her,” he said before I could finish the question.
I erupted laughing and put my head down on the keyboard.
“Must be true love,” I said. “By the way, I’m never getting on a plane with you.”
What do you talk about when you need to put a giggle in your workday?
