Two women were standing in front of the half-sized refrigerator available in each employee break area staring at the fridge intensely. The handle was missing as the door was in the middle of being repaired (a handle replacement) and neither seemed audacious enough to tango with the wild, handle-less unit. I walked over, opened the door by its side (having much experience liberating food from fail-handled appliances) retrieved my victory sandwich and triumph Mountain Dew to the sounds of the women going “ooooooooh” and then presumably they themselves emancipating their lunches from their former tenacious captor.
It like the old saying goes “open the refrigerator for someone from marketing and feed them for a meal. Teach them to open the refrigerator door themselves and you’ll cow them in stunned submission.”