In keeping with today’s Foodley McFooderson theme: I just went checked the office fridge on my floor for the tasty leftovers from yesterday’s lunch (an expense-account-funded meet ‘n’ greet for a new employee, something I’ve never experienced at this company). Truly, these leftovers were to be the best part of yesterday’s outing with its stilted small talk with people with whom I have little in common, and having skipped breakfast this morning, I was practically sponging the drool off my chin.
But what’s this? Where is my partial chicken enchilada? Behind the milk? Nope. Way in the back behind a bunch of other lunches? Nope. In the door, in one of the veggie bins, in the freezer? It is to laugh!
Why would someone want to eat my leftovers? Did some mooch see the bag with the restaurant’s sticker and think, “Boy, I sure hope there’s a half-eaten enchilada in there”? It’s as perplexing as it is vexing.
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June 15th, 2006 at 12:55 pm EDTVisit sweetney
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Editrix says:
June 15th, 2006 at 1:15 pm EDTVisit Editrix
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2fs says:
June 15th, 2006 at 11:22 pm EDTVisit 2fs
This has happened to Rose, too. Apparently there are bastards who think they can just eat others’ food. Coincidentally, we were at an African restaurant the other day, and the owner and chef told us a little story. When he was in college, here in the US, he roomed in a house with a bunch of other guys. As he was the only one among them who cooked, too often these guys would end up eating the food he’d prepared for himself. To put a stop to it, he made an extra-hot batch of pelepele sauce (the version we had at our table, he said, was about a 3 on a hotness scale of 10 - the stuff he made then, he said, was about an 11) and mixed it in with about everything. Quickly, the food thief regretted his felonious ways…
LLA says:
June 15th, 2006 at 11:41 pm EDTVisit LLA
How does that old saying go??? - “No Name - Fair Game”
(this was taught to me by an unrepentant office fridge poacher years ago…)
Love the robot shirt!