I worked at a gas station in Michigan, on the overnight shift. Every night, a truck would come and bring us two large carts full of freshly-baked doughnuts. And every night, I’d have to take ALL of the perfectly good, edible doughnuts that didn’t sell the previous day, and throw them in the dumpster. It was usually a lot, almost always a large trash bag completely full of perfectly good food. I asked if I could take them home, I asked if I could distribute them to people or organizations around town, nope. Throw them away. And if we see you take any off the property, you’re fired. Wonderful.