Monday morning, I packed a leftover beef rib in a bag for lunch. When lunchtime rolled around, I realized that I didn't have a knife with me, so I left it in the refrigerator at work for another day.
Yesterday, I remembered to take a knife to work. I got hungry, so I went to the break room to heat up the rib. I opened the package, and found, to my great surprise, the bones that my daughter had stored in the refrigerator as a treat for our dogs.
I ate lunch at Subway.