Who says there is no free lunch? Me, that’s who. I say it all the time.

Free snacks? That’s another story. At least it used to be. Sandwich platters, boxes of pizza, trays of desserts — lots of times there is a meeting in the building, and for some reason the leftovers always end up in the third floor east kitchen, just around the corner and down the hall from my office.

And whatever it was, it looked like a great snack to me. I couldn’t resist… ever.

That was before, and did a lot of damage to the old me, the before me I scarcely remember or even recognize anymore.

Yesterday, my old friend was back in town. Not me, the sandwich tray. And you know what a cheap bastard I am. When you can’t afford to buy lunch, the free food is all the more irresistable.

Roll-ups, ham and lettuce and tomato. How could I pass those up?

And I didn’t. I wrapped some up and stashed it in the refrigerator, in the bag where I was keeping my quart of yogurt and my jar of curry paste.

Yes, that’s right. I didn’t eat it. Not right away, anyway. It was today’s lunch. A free lunch, and a guilt-free lunch to boot.

Me and my friend the free sandwich tray — who knew we could ever be friends again?