Stegosaurus, Continued.

Apparently, my stegosaurus lunchbox is infamous throughout the building I work in. We only have one lunch room with one minifridge, but there are four floors of offices, so everyone shares space a bit. The microwave is also inconveniently located right above the minifridge.

I just went to pick up my lunch, and a man I've never seen before was in there microwaving something.

Me: "Excuse me." *goes to open minifridge and grab stegolunchbox, forcing Guy to move away from microwave*
Guy: "No problem." *sees me grab lunchbox* "Ahh yes, the lunchbox." (as if he knows it well)
Me: "Yeah..." *nervous smile*
Guy: "Is that yours? Or for your little daughter or something?" *joking, I think. I hope. Agh!*
Me: "Ohh, no. It's mine." *shameface*
Guy: "Well thank you for brightening up the fridge every day." *smiles genially as if I genuinely provide a service to the building*
Me: "...You're welcome?" *mumbles something about having a nice lunch and flees*

Is my stegosaurus lunch box seriously a major topic of conversation in this building? Now I'm afraid someone's going to steal it! Oh, why couldn't I have an unobtrusive paper bag like everyone else? This is what conceit and ambition have wrought!