As soon as I got these steaks on dry ice anonymously in the mail, I put up a note saying that my absolute policy is not to take gifts from intel. I have that policy because it happens, a lot. If something arrives from the ol’ anonymous person, into the trash it goes unless they fess up. In this case, after a grace period, no one has. So, there it goes, into the trash. Here are the pictures starting with them being placed in a trash bag:
And then into the city trash bin:
I’m sure I’ll hear about it just as soon as they are thawed out, saying what a fool I am, that those were from so and so friend of mine. Too bad, that. You had your chance to fess up.
“Procedures only work if you follow them every time.”