Thank, fellas'! Those were the last of the leftover ribs from my wife's birthday party.
It's fun to torment people that way. I eat at my desk so some days I walk through the office with my lunch, thoroughly reheated to be as aromatic as possible.
I love doing this, then glancing back to see a line of folks "prairie dogging" in the cubicle farm.
P.S. Jim, the Po Po can't catch me!