I’ll never understand those guys whose wives pack them cute little lunches. I see them all nicely lined up in the break room fridge.
Maybe because I don’t have a wife. Occupational hazard, and all that. I can just see it…”Hi honey, I’m home! How was my day? It went pretty well, I killed Susan in Accounting because she was using petty cash to get a bi-weekly pedicure..” Who wants to spend their lunch break in the office anyways?