A tale of curry

So yesterday, R went out to a Japanese place for lunch with one of his colleagues. The guy had been to the restaurant before and recommended the curry. R proceeded to order the curry, and it came, hot and delicious smelling to his table. R took one bite, and then said, "You know, I have this very thing in the refrigerator back in the office." As it turns out, we had eaten curry last night and I gave him the leftovers for lunch. I guess I do a pretty good job, eh?