On the floor in my office this morning I found a scrap of some paper packaging with a blue background and white lettering that says Ham and Cheese. I have no knowledge of this. It is not something with which I have any association. How it came to the floor of my office is a mystery, since I have not had anything packaged with a label that says Ham and Cheese in a week, a month, a year. This is a foreign body, an intrusion, a mystery. Such things end up decaying over a period of a hundred years in some garbage dump. I feel sorry for this little scrap. It's not exactly a baby found in the reed along a riverbank, but it is truly an orphan, of unknown origin, and now it is destined for obscurity. Or, the janitor has been eating microwave dinners at my desk.