Eat Where You Heat

This morning, I saw a guy eating a steaming Hot Pocket inside the Connecticut & R Starbucks. Perhaps this wouldn't have set any bells a'tinglin' in your head, but mine went off like four fire alarms in the middle of the night. In quick succession, I wondered the following:

1. Starbucks does not serve Hot Pockets. Why is this man eating a Hot Pocket inside a Starbucks?
2. I can see steam rising from this Hot Pocket. Did he have the Starbucks staff heat it up for him? It's super-busy today. The Starbucks staff must've been pretty P.O.'d.
3. It's a whopping 20 degrees outside. If he didn't heat up the Hot Pocket up, where did he bring it from?
4. If he lives/works close enough that his Hot Pocket is still steaming by the time he carries it to Starbucks, why didn't he just eat it at the place where he heated it up?

And it suddenly occurred to me that over the summer, I regularly carried a Hot Pocket from my upstairs office into the Starbucks in the lobby. Often, in fact, I carried it in a Styrofoam cup so as not to burn myself on the walk.

I am that guy!

P.S.: Who eats a Hot Pocket for breakfast? Make no mistake, it was not the breakfast variety – those are smaller, and this one was full sized. Maybe I'm not quite that guy…