In thanks to the shift, the sergeants made dinner for the shift: pulled pork, fresh buns, cole slaw, chips, and baked beans. Dinner started at Six. North had a crash devolving into a shooting and then a car jacking and needed our officers. At five to, I finished a call, snuck up and helped myself to the pork and a bun and volunteered to go with the next wave of officers needed north. I ate on the elevator down, drove across town, and sat a perimeter spot and traffic turn around with 1066. He hadn't eaten, so when the first car came to relieve us, I stayed, so he could have dinner. When I was relieved and made my way back downtown, two sergeants called worried I wasn't going to get food. When I told them I had grabbed grub before heading north, they were relieved at my resourcefulness.