Thanks Wendy, you beat me to it. :)

i was outraged today at work! when lunch time arrived, i went to the fridge in the company breakroom to get my lunch that i had made this morning. i did it to save money.

it was gone! well, all but the celery sticks. they A-Hole apparently didn't want the celery and left them for me. can YOU imagine eating someone else's lunch?

unbelievable.

i was so furious and had no outlet for my anger.:mad:

and now i am so sad to hear about johnny carson passing. you may not believe this, but he was on my mind last night. a very sad loss of a National Treasure. rest in peace, johnny.

Don't get mad, get even. It's times to lay the bait...ex-lax brownies packed in a tempting little lunch this week. :D

Wow. I really feel for MBC. Everything turned out ok but fvck, what a pain in the tuchas.

ML - WTF??? What is with a person that would totally steal someone else's lunch?? I'd take Merry Prankster's advice. ;)

Those were precisely my thoughts. :)

ML, sorry to hear about your bad experience at work. That really sucks! My evil side also says ex-lax 'em. Then again, new job and all, it might backfire. Tough call, but it would be fun to see. ;)

Hang in there, Lickey.

MickeyLumbo, that is infuriating, about the lunch stealer at work. My devious side says in addition to MBC's laxative, plant some non-water soluble dye or something in the food. because I would want the perpertrator to be caught "red-handed" and "red-mouthed" if you like. Well I guess laxative would be a lingering reminder to not steal people's lunches, but I would want immediate evidence of the crime.

Another more-passive approach that came to mind is to include a big note in your lunch bag, something like, I don't know.... "leave my food alone, you fvcker, I have mouth herpes."

I hope it doesn't ever happen again :(

The lunch-stealer story reminds me of an old joke:

This guy goes to a diner every day for lunch. He's a regular, so when he finishes his meal and gets up to use the restroom, the counterperson knows to put a bowl of vanilla ice cream at his place. The ice cream is his little treat to himself before he goes back to work.

One day, after months of this routine, the guy returns to his seat from the restroom only to find his beloved bowl of ice cream is half-eaten. He looks around, but can't identify the culprit. He figures it might have been an honest mistake, so he lets it slide, pays the bill and goes back to work.

The next day, the same thing happens. Half-eaten vanilla ice cream, and nobody in the diner will fess up. To make matters worse, the counterperson says she didn't see anyone eat the ice cream.

On the third day, he hatches a plan. When he finishes his meal, he asks the counterperson to give him his ice cream before he gets up. She obliges, and he sticks a prepared post-it on the side of the bowl, with a note reading "I spit in the ice cream." Sure enough, when he returns from the rest room, the bowl of ice cream is intact. Just as he digs in for his first mouthful, he notices his post-it. Just below his note, he notices a hastily scrawled response: "So did I."

SYRS,
J

Ex-lax, backfire. Heeheehee Toot toot toot!

Whoa now! How did this become "MBC's laxative"??? T'was not my devious idea. :eek: (see merry prankster's post above mine ;))

Oh sorry, MBC, haaaaaa! Merry Prankster's laxative.