You know when you are rushing out the door and you throw your lunch together, and suddenly it's lunch time and you realize a) you aren't a rabbit and you need more than some spinach and carrots and b) you forgot to bring dressing for your lame spinach salad anyway. Then you open the Pandora's Box of the office refrigerator and everyone else's food looks so much better than yours, and there are 340587349 salad dressing bottles in the door. Even though the bottles are labeled clearly with the owner's name, it is too much work to track the person down to ask to use their dressing. Plus they won't notice anyway. Yea, that happens to me a lot more than I would like to admit. I wonder if they'd miss their leftover mac and cheese if that seemed to just disappear…


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