Email is free. No matter how dirty that sounds, the reality of the situation is pretty grim. People are supposed to bring something either that they've made or bought or whatever, and everyone from all the offices and labs on the 4th floor sit around and share good will and cheer and all that happy horseshit. I slaved on a crowded line at BJs to bring in a big tin of butter cookies. Dr. X lumbers in.
People descend upon the food like locusts.
I grab food, run to my desk, eat in front of my computer. Later, she could barely keep her flatulence under wraps. She'd sit at her desk burping and passing gas and pretending nothing was amiss. Also nice was when she asked me what I was drinking. I can't drink cider.