A student gave me and one of her other teachers each a cookie-ornament-thing with our respective names on them in icing. It's a thin, crispy (delicious-smelling) cookie, and I ride the T, so I was concerned about getting it home intact.
I went to the kitchen at the school to see what I could find to protect it and encountered the other teacher there.
Me: I'm trying to figure out how to get this home safely.
Her: Oh, I already ate mine.
(I ended up using a lot of paper towels and a Ziploc baggie with air in it. Worked fine.)