Sometimes I would bring my lunch and stash it in the community fridge my office neighbors shared. Normally, it was an empty fridge. I was situated at the end of a row of offices filled with the senior level types that got fancy parking spots and filled them with Mercedes. They were pretty much too cool to bring their own lunch. But they were still my buds and I didn't hold that against them.
I couldn't resist the urge one day to fill my Pyrex with an all-time favorite lunch from home. Of course, someone important on the floor hits the fridge at lunch time and shouts down the hall:
"Ooooooooooookay, WHO brought the SpaghettiO's!?"
