I used to work with a crazy guy in a warehouse. He would have a sandwich everyday for lunch and would save the ziplock bag to reuse it. That crazy type that you find out they are worth millions after they die because of their bullshit antics. Anyway, the company would provide lunches and suppers fairly often (along with the plates, plastic cutlery, and to go boxes.) We watched this guy make a plate of food on a throwaway plastic plate, eat his food, then wash it, and return it to the stack of clean plates. One of the other guys asked, "What in the hell are you doing?" He replied, "I didn't want us to run out of plates." We worked in a fucking paper/plastic product warehouse.