Sometimes I look at the wastebasket under my desk and think about the scene in The Fugitive where Tommy Lee Jones is looking through Harrison Ford's trash, and says "Looks like we're eating oranges and making fake IDs," or something like that.
I don't really have anything to say about it, except that maybe I should eat more fruit and fewer protein bars. If not for my health, then at least so that no hapless detective will ever be put in the awkward position of having to say "Looks like we're eating Bob's Red Mill brand oat bars and keeping our fingernails trimmed to an appropriate length."