How do you get separated from your pancakes?

Lest you think that quirky things have stopped happening at the library now that half of us are being made redundant (that’s how the Brits put it and I think I like it better), a few nights ago I found pancakes, unopened, complete with syrup. Just sitting there. I offered them to a couple of the stragglers who wait until 8:59 to leave. One wanted to take me up on it but we both decided at the same time that it might not be wise for him to eat the pancakes. A) We didn’t know how long they had been there and B) I don’t want to be fired on account of pancakes.