
“If it’s not labeled, it’s MINE! Wait – if it IS labeled, it’s mine! Your pudding cup, your soda, your leftover burrito…mine…ALL MINE!! No label is big enough or clear enough to thwart me!”
I’m the sneaky little bugger that disappears the food you were so looking forward to eating. 10 o’clock and 2 o’clock — those are the ideal times to make my move. 10 is before the microwave-hog lunch line and 2 is the post-lunch leftovers hour. Everyone is nursing their cafeteria coma, so I can sneak in undetected. I can’t understand why anyone would put their name on a sack of food. I mean this is a community refrigerator, isn’t it? Sharing is caring. Oh, and there is such a thing as a free lunch.






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