Just polished off a colleague's cheese board and it reminded me of a time when I was a struggling junior designer.
In a posh SW London gastro pub for after work drinks, about to head home as it was so pricey to get some grub when two well swish ladies got up to leave. The waiter came over to clear their food and we asked if he could finish it off. He found it pretty hilarious and wished us well.
(Admittedly we're not talking leftover bit of mash here. They'd ordered EVERY starter on the menu and a huge salad, eaten about 5 chips each then gone. There was relatively untouched pate, battered squid, chips and bread galore.)
Fuck, I'm bored.