There was a safety training and safety training means food, usually. I skipped lunch in anticipation of pizza, brownies and the obligatory salad. The meeting was moved from the normal meeting room to the executive conference room (which should have raised a flag). I arrived, and there was no food. We stared daggers at the meeting coordinator who waved her arms to the recessed overhead lights, the hi-definition projectors, the hardwood tables and the high-back leather chairs.
You can’t eat a leather chair.