My fellow faculty member, a person that I like to call My Favorite Vegetarian, was offering me some homemade cinnamon bread that his wife made, when he accidentally dropped it. He picked it up quickly saying, “Oops, sorry,I guess I’ll have to take this back,” when I said, “Nope, three second rule. It’s still good!”
He stared at me like I was insane as I took the bread, looked it over, and ate it. “What?” he asked. He was incredulous.
“Three second rule. If a dry food drops on a floor that isn’t obviously icky and you pick it up in three seconds or less, then it’s still good.”
“I’ve never heard of it.”
“An ironclad schoolyard law of suburbia — maybe just in my generation,” I suggested, since My Favorite Vegetarian is a baby boomer, while I’m a GenXer.
“Well, then,” and he chuckled as he left.
So, my gentle readers (or brutal readers — the Lizard Queen is an Equal Opportunity monarch), is the Three Second Rule just a GenXer thing? A suburbian schoolyard thing? Did you learn it as the Three Second Rule, or by some other number? Or does the idea of the Three Second Rule just make you want to reach for Lysol and start disinfecting your floors?