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Ian tells the story of a coworker he used to go to lunch with at another web developer named Jonathan Anastis. Whenever they would go out to eat, Jonathan would always leave his tray and product wrappings at the table. I've considered doing this myself, actually, especially at the Boston Chicken on Pico near Westwood Blvd. The trays there are black, smell like urine and if you move your fingers around the underside of them too much you will most likely encounter some old sauce from a side order of cinnamon apples. In order to dump your trash into the receptacle at that Boston Chicken, you have to put your entire tray into the mouth of the trash bin. It's like climbing into a back alley dumpster to spit out gum. And then I've seen the employees wash the trays. They don't. They just wipe 'em off with the same rag they've been using all day on the tables and floors.

So where was I. Jonathan. So, when we go to lunch now, we all know the story about Ian's old coworker. The other day, Tim and Clinton and I were leaving the good alley at Third Street. Tim began to pick up his tray to bus it when Clinton and I said to Tim at the same time, "you can leave the tray, Jonathan." Ian would have been thrilled.

I wonder sometimes what stories Ian will tell when he has moved on from MR. Maybe he'll talk about buttoning the top button on your shirt as a "Tim Clark" or perhaps setting your screen display fonts to microscopic as a "Clinton."

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