She was absolutely eating too many of those greasy fried Chinese noodles dipped in a messy mix of sweet and sour sauces. But they went really well with her anxiety so she kept devouring them.
Around her, dull colleagues shared stories in excruciating detail until she thought her ears might bleed. When she felt herself sinking into middle aged monotony, she panicked and made up a sudden reason to leave. She did not want to see this happening to her, this sludgy crystallization into habitual boredom.
She needed an escape plan from ritualized mediocrity. And as long as they offered greasy fried Chinese noodles there, she felt it was going to be okay.