A simple lunch of Sardines at ones desk brings minor complications but deep satisfaction. Luckily, sardines in Mustard & Dill sauce are somewhat less fragrant.

For a dollar forty nine, can you beat the food value of a tin of
sardines. Eight grams of protein and a good down payment on my body's
daily calcium debt, I only wish Americans felt about sardines the way
the British do. It's good for British bones to swallow the sardines'
thin skeletons.

In the famous farce, Noises Off, all a woman really wants to do with
her evening is put her feet up with a plate of sardines, but the
playwright messes with her fufillment and her dainty fish end up all
over the set. My tin of Brunswick Sardines are tinned in Canada and
surely retrieved from Canadian waters. The only sardine canneries in
the United States are literary ones, such as Cannery Row upon Monterey
Bay, where a resurgence of sardines in the bay are feeding Brown
Pelicans.

Rather hard to recycle the tin at work, but I can be sure dedicated
environmentalists are rinsing them out in break room across the land.
At very least, I can't dispose of tin in my personal office's trash
pail. It will stink up my professional space and image even more than
my work habit can accomplish. I think I'll rinse it out briskly and
use a pail in accounting.