Why Don’t People Just Chuck Things Back Where They Found Them?

I am a delivery driver/merchandiser. One day, as I was stocking magazines on an eighteen-foot rack, I kept smelling something rank but not really strong. I kept searching over and under all along the rack.

After about twenty minutes of looking, up under the rear of the top rack, I found a chuck roast that had a sell-by date that was two weeks prior. It was essentially gray, almost black, and hadn’t leaked.

Someone had to get on all fours and twist into an odd angle and then place it in a nook in the rear of the top rack.