Am I George? I hope I’m not George (at least there wasn’t a bite taken out of anything)

Do you remember the episode of ‘Seinfeld’ where George is at his girlfriend’s mother’s house, shows some chivalry and carries the dirty dinner dishes into the kitchen?  

He opens the kitchen wastebasket with his foot, sees a chocolate eclair with a bite taken out of it in there, takes it out and eats it—just as his girlfriend’s mom walks in. 

I can still remember the first time I saw this, I laughed so hard I was choking—and when I called my mom to see if she was watching, she couldn’t talk--she was choking too!

A little bit ago (around 11:30pm)  I was writing an email to my sister Shawn when it occurred to me I hadn’t gone downstairs to get my mail today.  (I had a terrible stomach ache earlier in the day, not sure why.  All I had to eat was a slice of wheat toast, a hard boiled egg and some cherry tomatoes for breakfast.  I’ve had nothing since and I’m still not hungry.)    

ANYWAY—I take the elevator downstairs to the lobby, retrieve my mail, take a quick look in the package room (behind the mailboxes) to see if my coffee pods from Amazon had arrived yet, and saw a styrofoam container on the “give away” table.  You know the type of container I’m talking about, square with rounded corners and a lid, for take-home from restaurants.  I look behind me to make sure I’m alone, then take a peek inside… wow, 3 desserts!  A slice of cheesecake, and what I believe to be a slice of chocolate cheesecake and a pretty steep hunk of tiramisu.

When I bent down to smell them, I could tell they were pretty cold—whoever left them there had to have done it minutes before I found them.  

Did someone leave these here because it’s the give-away table?   Or were they picking up a package and put it down and forgot?  I’ve seen paperback books, costume jewelry, old sunglasses, even a string of xmas lights and a small box of golf balls left on that give-away table; but never a fresh container of restaurant desserts!

I thought “Well, I’ve got a sore stomach—plus a chocolate cupcake upstairs I bought myself yesterday and haven’t gotten around to eating yet...”

And even if I DID want this, I don’t know where they came from!  And what if I ran into the person who was coming back to get them on the elevator? 

So… I used the stairs instead.  Yes I took those desserts!  I’m a guy—it’s my birthday next week—and I’m George!  Good night!