A pulled pork sandwich I understand, but who steals a salad. Of course, if you’re in midtown there are tons of healthy places you could go to get lunch and mitigate the risk of theivery.
in all seriousness, you could put a laxative in your next sandwich and then see who runs to the bathroom drenched in sweat. it’s also a solid punishment.
What a coincidence: I was just planning to tell CVM that I have some ghost chilies and some scorpion chilies that are nearly ripe, and that I’d be happy to send him one of whichever he prefers.
Why not answer D) all of the above? So the guy will be tripping on drugs and have explosive hot pepper diarhea and uncontrollable boner at the same time.
Too bad they didn’t steal the tuna salad I just made; I had two habaneros that I needed to use so I tossed them into it. (No, that’s not my customary practice; one is generally sufficient.) That’d teach 'em.
I’ve never been the victim of food theft but there are warnings all over the fridge doors at work. Those warnings and the notices not to kick the vending machines seem to be all HR is good for.
That’s not funny. I’ve done that and the pain is unreal. To make matters worse, my mother-in-law was staying with us at the time and it was slightly embarrassing, me writhing on the floor clutching my steaming hot penis.