My Nectarine

Today, I carefully transported a perfect nectarine from my house to work.
I lovingly picked it up out of the fruit bowl, I meticulously inspected it for bruises, and found none.
I put it inside a baggy in case it got smushed by the rest of my lunch, and loaded it into my lunch bag with love.
I walked slowly so as to guard my perfectly ripe necatarine from bruising.
I got to work, unloaded my beautiful red and yellow nectarine from its ziploc bag, and gingerly set it on the breakroom table to eat in an hour or so.

I just went back to fetch my wonderful piece of fruit. Fruit that I have been longing for since 6:00am when I proceeded to pick it out and pack it up.

It's gone!

Disappeared. I've searched everywhere for my piece of perfect fruit and I can't find it.

I think someone ate it to make me cry.

To top it off I was going to make a cup of organic black cherry tea, but being so distraught about losing my nectarine, I tore open the tea bag wrong and spilled all the tea on the floor.

:(