I learned to be slightly weird about food that I didn’t personally make or procure. If *I* buy a box of donuts, I’ll have one. If Weird Gail Down The Hall brings ‘em in? No way I’m touching those because who knows what Weird Gail’s car is like inside? Gross.

It’s possible that Gail is perfectly lovely and nice but I’ve found that being weird about other people’s food is a good way to talk myself out of eating it.