Nothing is less appetizing than pizza that arrived for lunch on Monday and has been sitting on the counter in the break room ever since. It's got a nice layer of congealed grease on top which is slowly being supplanted by a fine layer of peach fuzz mold. I'm glad my office isn't near the break room or I'd be super-concerned about the possiblility of deadly pizza-based pathogens hovering around my desk for weeks to come.