There's nothing better than misappropriated steak

The other night at the grocery store, the cashier pointed out a bag I had apparently missed. I didn't think too much of it until I got home and noticed that the bag contained an $11 steak. I certainly didn't buy it, and I have no idea how I wound up with it.

It was a nice cut of meat, thick and juicy. I took some pictures of it to show Kevin, and now I can show you.


Big steak. Funny steak.

And oh so good.

Sorry, memories of dinner rendered me unable to form a real sentence. Now then, how did this happen? Who would buy a steak and then leave it at the cash? Did they just not see it? Did they purposely leave it, knowing that a poor man who otherwise couldn't afford it would be able to have a nice steak dinner? Was it laced with deadly poison and left as a trap by militant vegans?

That last one is a long shot, but one I'm still a bit concerned about. If I don't post anything on here tomorrow, you'll know my fate. If it was poisonous, well, tastiest death ever.

Regardless, thank you mystery steak giver. Your kindness, intentional or not, shall not be forgotten.