and take that bloody thing with you

A shameful waste of croissants; a shamefully messy way to dispose of them, too. Also the third exiled microwave oven I saw during the course of the day. Whoever threw them out could have at least tried to stuff all the croissants into the microwave's mouth then tucked the whole affair beneath the fire escape steps a few metres to the north so that it looked a little bit more as if the microwave had retreated to a quiet corner to eat. I would have helped but was encumbered by office-clothing on my miniature lunch-walk as I haven't yet established a cache of normal-wear in my locker for wearing to walk around at lunchtime when cycling to and from the office.