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random: tale of the biscuit thief
...okay, true story, my McDonalds sausage biscuit disappeared, sans wrapper, from my desk. The wrapper was in the trash can.
And knowing I didn't eat it, as I'd decided to save it for an emergency snack attack this afternoon. So the biscuit thief unwrapped my biscuit and then took it away.
(And yes, I am entirely sure I didn't eat it. Honestly, I'm not sure I actually threw away the bag, either. Which makes sense. they threw away the wrapper and the bag the biscuit was in.)
I'm not even mad; I'm too weirded out.
And knowing I didn't eat it, as I'd decided to save it for an emergency snack attack this afternoon. So the biscuit thief unwrapped my biscuit and then took it away.
(And yes, I am entirely sure I didn't eat it. Honestly, I'm not sure I actually threw away the bag, either. Which makes sense. they threw away the wrapper and the bag the biscuit was in.)
I'm not even mad; I'm too weirded out.
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(Also, food thief! So uncool!)
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why are people?
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Just one bite. Because that's like, so much less obvious than eating the whole thing.
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