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We apparently do.
Earlier in the week my very nice colleague bought herself one of those giant cinnamon rolls from Panera:
Now she is a petite gal, I'd guess *maybe* 110 pounds at most. So she is never able to eat an entire one in one sitting, in fact, she often keeps it in the refrigerator in the break room not far from my office for the better part of a week, partaking as she feels. And she often will offer fellow employees, including yours truly, a corner or a small piece if she's eating hers.
Anyway, she buys this thing on her way to work on Monday, stashes it in the fridge with an intention of eating her first bite of it after that afternoon's lunch and then no doubt nibbling on it intermittently the rest of the week (typical tiny girl behavior.)
So I'm sitting in my office around 1 p.m. Monday, which as I said is down the hall from the break room with the fridge, and I hear a gasp and a loudly muttered "WHAT THE HELL!?"
Co-worker comes down the hall with the box and shows it to me ---- literally half of the giant roll is gone and there's crumb and frosting residue on the outside of the box.
Someone just saw the box and went to town on SOMEONE ELSE'S cinnamon role!
Now, even more amusing, my colleague must have figured the roll-thief had their fill (they ate as much as it would take her 2-3 days to consume). So she puts the box back in the fridge, intending to eat the rest the next day.
Tuesday, she goes into the break room, and there is the empty box sitting on the counter, surrounded by an uncleaned up absolute mess of crumbs and a knife that was used to carve up the remains of the stolen roll tossed cavalierly into the sink.
Totally sociopathic behavior and we do not have a suspect.
Earlier in the week my very nice colleague bought herself one of those giant cinnamon rolls from Panera:
Now she is a petite gal, I'd guess *maybe* 110 pounds at most. So she is never able to eat an entire one in one sitting, in fact, she often keeps it in the refrigerator in the break room not far from my office for the better part of a week, partaking as she feels. And she often will offer fellow employees, including yours truly, a corner or a small piece if she's eating hers.
Anyway, she buys this thing on her way to work on Monday, stashes it in the fridge with an intention of eating her first bite of it after that afternoon's lunch and then no doubt nibbling on it intermittently the rest of the week (typical tiny girl behavior.)
So I'm sitting in my office around 1 p.m. Monday, which as I said is down the hall from the break room with the fridge, and I hear a gasp and a loudly muttered "WHAT THE HELL!?"
Co-worker comes down the hall with the box and shows it to me ---- literally half of the giant roll is gone and there's crumb and frosting residue on the outside of the box.
Someone just saw the box and went to town on SOMEONE ELSE'S cinnamon role!
Now, even more amusing, my colleague must have figured the roll-thief had their fill (they ate as much as it would take her 2-3 days to consume). So she puts the box back in the fridge, intending to eat the rest the next day.
Tuesday, she goes into the break room, and there is the empty box sitting on the counter, surrounded by an uncleaned up absolute mess of crumbs and a knife that was used to carve up the remains of the stolen roll tossed cavalierly into the sink.
Totally sociopathic behavior and we do not have a suspect.