At Least It Wasn't a Worm

I needed to use up the filling I'd made for burritos. 

I said to myself, “Anne, you may as well take this to the office because no one else is going to eat it.”

The tortilla wouldn't fit on the small china plate I keep there, so I found a paper plate in the cabinet.  I avoid using disposables when I can, but I needed a bigger base for the large tortilla.  Everything was fine until I took it out of the microwave.  The soggy filling was dripping all over the counter.  I pulled the china plate under the paper one to catch the mess and took it to my desk.  It would be easy to clean up the china plate later.  It was Friday when we are allowed to eat at our desks and leave early at the end of the day.  All was well until I finished and noticed a small gap in the paper plate.  It was about a quarter of an inch wide and an inch long.  I looked for that bit of paper, but there was nothing left on the china plate -- nothing.  I realized the texture of a tough tortilla and a soft paper plate were identical.  I guess fiber is the name of the game.  At least it wasn't a worm.