There's a Project Manager in the office who commutes from Dallas every week to "consult" at Lamar.
He lives at a hotel.
He eats out every night.
Recently, he's taken to bringing me his dinner leftovers 2-3 times a week.
Kind of like a stray cat.
I might be grossed out. Or offended.
But I'm not.
Because nine times out of ten, the leftovers are from Pappadeaux, the best restaurant in Beaumont.
And that means I'm practically eating like a queen.
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