It was late. I had gotten out of class at an un-godly hour (the time where normal college students would be out partying, instead of learning about flow rate). I was hungry. I was lazy. Naturally I didn’t want to put too much effort into dinner. So I grabbed a can of Campbell’s Vegetable Soup (which is muy bueno…I highly recommend).
After waiting for what seemed like an eternity for my soup to warm up on the stove, I finally had a spoon in my hand and was blowing away soup steam. Now I was warm. And I was happy.
Funny thing about Vegetable Soup: it comes with noodle letters. So when I glanced down into my bowl to grab a spoon-full of warm, tasty, melt-away-your-problems soup, I was quite surprised to find noodle-saturated words floating to the surface. I swirled my spoon around a bit, trying to decipher a secret code (who knew what my soup was trying to tell me!).
Three letters in quick succession caught my eye: S – O – S
I did a double take. Save Our Ship? My soup was crying out for help! Were there miniature vegetable pieces down there, drowning in a sea of molten tomato juice? I let out a gasp of sympathy for my dying soup.
Or maybe my soup knew it was destined to end up eaten and digested. It had caught on to my dinner plan, and in a last ditch effort to save itself, it sent me a message that begged for mercy.
I silently stared at my mystery soup: to eat or not to eat? I must say, it was a tough decision. Satisfy my never-ending hunger? Or save the noodles.
Heck with that! I was starving!
And so, I ate my noodles without a second thought.
And for those of you who caught the title reference…Bravo.
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