On days that I worked, Ed prepared and packed a lunch for me before I got up in the morning. He wants to make sure I eat healthy (have I mentioned I am spoiled). As a result, I usually ate in the employee break room dominated by a large TV usually tuned to shows that determine paternity by lie detector test. Most of the people in the break room were women whom I have gotten to know well. One day while eating lunch I dropped some crumbs into what turned out to be my open fly. I said something about my fly being opened and let them know I was a little upset. They assured me they would have said something if they had noticed. I told them I wasn’t upset because nobody said anything. My ego was crushed because I had been at work for four hours and not one person had looked at my middle region. I guess I have reached the age that no one is at all interested in glancing at my crotch.