Fridge Bandit Strikes Again in Local Town
There's a thief on the loose.
Mama C. refers to this individual as 'The Midnight Raider.'
I went out to dinner last night, saving my leftovers (6 boneless chicken wings) to bring to lunch today.
I quickly grabbed the box on my way out the door this morning, and when I went to put it in the fridge at work, I opened it because it seemed like a little of the blue cheese had spilled.
To my shock and horror, I found THIS:
Three tiny pieces of chicken where six used to be, next to two sad little pieces of celery.
I always suspected TMR to be my older brother. Knowing he was out last night, I chose not to tag the box with my name like I usually do.
Now I know the real bandit:
DAD, YOU OWE ME THREE BUFFALO WINGS.
How do you keep fridge bandits away?