Someone has stolen your lunch (leftover spaghetti) out of the work refrigerator. They didn't even bother to leave the bowl behind. Leave a note on the fridge to the spaghetti thief.
This happened at my work a few years ago. The employee that had his lunch stolen has since moved on but we will never forget the Spaghetti Incident.
We Have A Winner!!! 03/09/10
Dear Spaghetti Thief,Winner: Bethany (@Auburnrose)
I thought I was cheap tossing Chef Boyardee spaghetti into my own bowl to make it look like I actually cooked last night, but you make me look like Julia Child's comparatively! I hope you feel proud of yourself of going to all the effort of to steal a 99 cent can of two year old spaghetti in a dollar store chipped bowl that probably is painted with more lead than paint. I thoroughly enjoyed my lunch that the fellow office workers treated me to out of sympathy, and it was so much better than what was in that bowl. Next week I am bringing in canned beef stew - it will be in an orange bowl if you would like to steal another meal!
Thank you,
Rebecca
P.S. Could you taste the new powdered laxative I added to the spaghetti? I have the worst IBS and am hoping it works, but you tried out my first test sample. Could you leave me a note with the results?
Reason: Some great responses. For the account of what REALLY happened with the Spaghetti Incident at my office, check out my other blog tomorrow.
11 comments:
Dear Thief,
Why anyone would want to steal my dogs stool sample is beyond me. Spot has been having a lot of stomach problems lately and I was told to collect a stool sample and bring it in. I had planned to do that on my lunch break, but it looks like I will now have to collect it all over again. I just hope that you didn't eat it. I know it looks a lot like spaghetti, but believe me it isn't.
I'm first reminded of the time that I actually DID leave anote in the fridge after someone ate all my pickles- leaving nothing but a jar of juice. I was PREGNANT at the time and hell hath no fury like a pregnant woman without her pickles. It wasn't pretty when I found them missing...
To The Spaghetti Thief,
I know who you are. You passed me in the hall on your way to the bathroom. I saw the sauce around your mouth and down your chin. There were even a few spots on your shirt. You could say I caught you red faced.
At first I was upset, but then remembered I don't really like reheated spaghetti that much. At least now I don't have to eat it. I'll take the fact that you took it and appeared to enjoy it as a compliment. Having dined with you many times before, I know this is no easy feat. For these two reasons, thank you.
In the future, please tell me if you plan to take my food. I'd appreciate the notice.
Your Loving Mother
P.S. Wherever you have hidden the bowl, put it in the sink.
(I am a stay home mom with two young children. My office environment is, therefore, a bit different.)
Dear Spaghetti Thief,
That spaghetti had been in there for 4 weeks. Enjoy your sick day tomorrow.
tmc
Well, now that you've eaten my spaghetti, I should tell you that if you start barking, don't be alarmed. You have just eaten the brains of my Great Dane. He died of old age, but as a family we agreed he was such a genius that we would donate his grey cells to science. I wanted to do it personally, as a tribute to Einstein (his name) but you ate the evidence!
Dear Spaghetti Thief,
I thought I was cheap tossing Chef Boyardee spaghetti into my own bowl to make it look like I actually cooked last night, but you make me look like Julia Child's comparatively! I hope you feel proud of yourself of going to all the effort of to steal a 99 cent can of two year old spaghetti in a dollar store chipped bowl that probably is painted with more lead than paint. I thoroughly enjoyed my lunch that the fellow office workers treated me to out of sympathy, and it was so much better than what was in that bowl. Next week I am bringing in canned beef stew - it will be in an orange bowl if you would like to steal another meal!
Thank you,
Rebecca
P.S. Could you taste the new powdered laxative I added to the spaghetti? I have the worst IBS and am hoping it works, but you tried out my first test sample. Could you leave me a note with the results?
Dear Spaghetti Thief:
Karma's a bitch. Tomorrow that bitch is bringing liver and onions for you.
Dear Davidseven,
I know it must have been you who ate the spaghetti, since no one else works in this office, even though I have no such recollection.
Make an appointment to go to the hypnotist, and see if he can help us remember where we left the bowl.
D7
Dear Spaghetti Thief:
When I woke up this morning, I felt great, and thought this was going to be a good day.
But thanks to you, I wound up losing my lunch.
Really - you make me sick.
JzB
If I find out who you are, just beware--
Watch your desk and your car and your chair.
Saucy noodles galore
Where you sit, stand, or snore--
You want pasta? Well, I want to share.
Lunch ancestors say:
You have shamed your family.
You owe me five bucks.
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