I left my velcro-sealed lunch bag in the refrigerator at work.
Someone opened it, rooted through it, took my pretzels and returned it to the fridge. I can't tell you how grossed out I am.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
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5 comments:
Yikes -- how Dilbert.
JTG
Maybe you should send a note around work telling folks that they were Claren's pretzels. Then the perp would 'fess up
BT
I like it. Maybe I could say they were Claren's medicated pretzels and whoever ate them might want to be on the lookout for explosive vomiting.
A great idea. Someone would be worried for a while.
B
Next, maybe I really "medicate" some pretzels and leave them innocently in the fridge. KIDDING!
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