Back in my college newspaper days, the pizzas in the back room always ended up, by the end of the night, completely decimated — some slices had the cheese picked off, others had the crusts nibbled away, and then those slices were oh-so-charitably left in the pizza box, presumably with the idea that some other, slightly more desperate slob would come by later and feast on the picked-over remains. That behavior, it seems, doesn’t stop with graduation.
Exhibit a) from Chris in New York
Exhibit b) from Nate in D.C.
exhibit c) from Jason in Los Angeles
exhibit d) from Chloe in Vancouver
exhibit e) from Therese in Seattle
related: The bathroom stall booger epidemic