Two weeks ago I was riding in the elevator with a co-worker when my afternoon treat (a small brownie I ferreted from the meeting I had just attended) plummeted to the ground from where it was precariously perched (the space between the keyboard and the screen on a partially closed laptop). I looked down and saw the 1x1 chocolate square by my feet, outlined in confectioner's sugar, like the chalk drawing of a dead man. I tried to play off my disappointment as I picked it up. My colleague (a VP) shrugged her shoulders and said, "twenty second rule".
As I exited the elevator I actually contemplated how many of the 20 allotted seconds my precious afternoon treat had been on the floor, probably no more than 3, I decided. The next thought I had was how much foot traffic that elevator had seen since it's last vacuum. I chucked the brownie into the waste basket as I passed by the receptionist's desk.
Last week while I was at bible study I noticed that one of the wives was there without her husband. About 10 minutes later, the husband, a long-haired, tattooed fellow with dingy clothing strolled in and sat beside her. Upon seeing him she smiled and reached under her seat, grabbing one of those Tupperware containers that is actually made for sandwiches (what ever happened to baggies?), a granola bar, and a juice. Then disaster struck. As she lifted the lid of the Tupperware container, it's contents fell to the floor. She let out a quiet squeal and quickly picked the sandwich up. The pastor jovially offered, "hey, 10 second rule". Then another guy in the study offered, "You get at least 2 minutes in church". The husband sat down and grabbed his sandwich with noticeably dirty hands and shared, "I can guarantee you that whatever was on that floor is no dirtier than what I've been handling all day", then he bit into his sandwich (and I secretly hoped that he was a mechanic and not a sewer man, or a daycare worker, or a gastroenterologist).
Last night, Amelle dropped a chocolate chip on the floor. Avery excited proclaimed, "three second rule!", to which Amelle confidently responded, "this was only on the floor for like two seconds, so it's okay". Then she carelessly popped the chip into her mouth.
So my question to you, what "second rule" do you live by? That is, how many seconds would it take for you to not eat something that had fallen on the floor?
Oh, and sorry the pictures don't match the post. It be like that sometimes. I took these back in October, our last night "of the season" at Fort Foster.