Lunch for Two

I used to work with a guy in Cube City who lied to his wife about lots of weird stuff. There was one weird thing he lied to her about on a daily basis: Lunch.

This guy was in charge of the household bills, so I'm guessing his wife never saw where the money went. The weird thing was that he'd bring his lunch to work every day, throw it in the trash, and then ask various co-workers to go out to lunch. It was a big secret too. Before holiday parties and other company functions where we'd inevitably see his wife, he'd tell us to keep our mouths shut about going out to lunch. He was really concerned about getting caught.

I don't understand the need to hide these things. If it's a matter of the wife packing a lunch that sucks, you open your mouth and say, "You know, this sucks. I won't eat it. Let's go shopping for things I'll eat." Or heck, if it's a matter of wanting to get out of the office for good food and good company, wouldn't it be easier and far less wasteful to just say you want to eat out? Surely, it wasn't about money; the guy spent money on two lunches every day, despite one of them going directly into the trash can.

I don't want to know what it's like to live his double life. A double lunch seems like trouble enough to me.