Leaving a building on campus, I found an ice cream sandwich on the ground. It was still in it's wax paper wrapper, and though it was raining, it looked clean. I knew where it had come from. It had come from the buffet lunch going on inside. It couldn't have been there for more than 15 minutes. I wanted to eat it.

So, I picked it up. It was still cold. It hadn't melted.

However, I didn't want the people sitting against the wall to know I was going to eat an ice cream sandwich I had found on the ground. I walked purposefully across the street to the trashcan a hundred feet away, pretended to drop it in, and went around the corner. Then I ate it.

It was delicious.