I just HAVE to get this story out - if you've been posting at the other place, you'll understand.
I had a co-worker (an older lady) who always bought in homemade goodies, cakes, cookies, you name it and we chowed them down with gusto.
One Saturday we were going to go to an art fair together and I went to her house to pick her up. Well, her kitchen was a TOTAL DISASTER AREA, crusted and spilled over food on the stove, dirty dishes and utensils piled high in the sink that looked like they'd been there for days, all dried and crusty looking and paper piled a foot high on her dining table. She asked me if I would like some coffee and I said 'sure' and then watched her reheat some old coffee that was in a pot on the stove (God knows how old it was) and served it to me with a big smile. Yikes!
You can imagine what I thought the next time she brought food into the office.