The Follies of Foibled Freshmen

There was a young man yesterday who caused me to worry about the possibility of lead content in Hot Pockets from the vending machine. I was sitting in the office, and there's a glass window. He walks up to the closed window while I'm working on the computer, and he looks in. While holding his hot pocket close to his face, he looks at me and says, "HOT POCKET!" and then stares for a second. Then he walks away. Later, he walks outside, taps on the window (from the outside) of the office, and stands there behind the blinds. As soon as I get nearer to him and the window, he looks in the window with the Hot Pocket (now half consumed) and says "HOT POCKET! GOOD!" and then runs away again.