When I was a student, I came home late one night and found a bag of fish and chips in the fridge. I thought one of the other students had left it there, and decided to eat it. It was cold, but delicious. I also used the last of someone's milk, and found a cake. What a feast!
The next day no-one was moaning about all the stolen food, so I asked about the fish and chips. They all looked horrified and told me the story. It seems the house used to be a fish and chip shop back in Victorian days, and the owner of the shop had choked on a cake.
I looked in the bin, and could find no trace of the chip wrapper I had thrown into it the previous night.
