random: tale of the biscuit thief

[seperis]

...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.

Comments

[debchan.livejournal.com]

I used to work with a guy who stole my food all the time. Once I caught him dipping his fingers in my container of tuna pasta salad. "Oh," he said, "I thought it was mine." "Show me," I demanded. "Show me your identical container of tuna pasta salad." He couldn't and slunk away in shame. Not enough shame, however, as he continued to take my food until I told him one day I'd taken to spitting in it before bringing to work. (I wasn't really, but it seemed to do the trick.)

[seperis.livejournal.com]

...oh my God that is disgusting (him, and especially the fingering of the salad, Christ, that's gross).

I love he stopped for the threat of spitting. Seriously. That was his line?