A very sad story dedicated in loving memory of my delicious jam

At work in the mornings I like to skip breakfast and then eat something around 10:00 am. I've devised this eating plan, because I realized that whether I eat first thing in the morning or not, I'm hungry at 10. My latest snacking passion is a toasted bagel with butter and Blackberry jam - I loooove it! So, I brought a bag of frozen bagels to work, a tub of butter, and a jar of Blackberry jam. Now, I've been eating a bagel daily, and I had noticed yesterday that the jar of jam was almost gone. I thought to myself, "Self, you better cool it on the jam; a jar a week is way too much!" After that I didn't think much about it.

So this morning, I actually decided to eat at 9:30, which is not that important but I want to stick to the facts - no exaggerating this one. I walked into the kitchen and got one of my frozen bagels and put it in the microwave for 20 seconds so that I could pull the halves apart. I did that, and then put the bagel into the toaster. As I was toasting, my coworker walked in and asked how it was going blah blah, and I answered good blah blah. He walked over to the fridge mid-conversation and pulled out some bread, peanut butter, and ......my Blackberry jam.

I don't remember what happened after that. I know he kept talking, but I can't remember if I said anything or if I just stood there dumb-founded. I'm guessing the latter. I watched in horror as he made himself not one, but two peanut butter and jam sandwiches. I watched the rest of my jam disappear into the dark abyss of bread, and held back a tear as he turned the jar upside down, scraping the bottom to get the last bit out as my little bagel toasted.

The climax of the situation was when he said, "Oh dear, I'm out of jam, and it's delicious Blackberry!" (and that my friends is a direct quote). He walked hurriedly past me as I stood astounded and tossed the empty jar in the trash at the same moment as my bagel popped out of the toaster, slightly burned since I had been too confounded to watch it.

I opened the fridge with a dwindling hope that I would see another jar of Blackberry jam in the fridge, but of course there was none. I took out the butter, and woefully buttered my plain bagel, trying not to imagine what could've been...