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7/25/10

Attack of the Breakroom Fridge Phantom

Being on a medical restricted diet, I get up a little earlier in the mornings so that I can measure and prepare my snacks and lunch. I relish the time I have away from my cubicle as I partake in the simple pleasure of eating. But, low and behold, not everyone can relish that time because the Breakroom Fridge Phantom has hit them.


Why on earth would someone wait till the breakroom is empty and rummage through other employee's lunchboxs and lunch bags. Are they that hard up on saving money? Has the economy hit them that hard to steal food from the work place? Does his or her spouse really cook like a secluded maximum security prison chef?

I have yet to have any of my food stolen because they all know my medical condition. They would hate to see me flop around like a fish out of water if I dont have my regulated food. But I have seen other go to the cabinets, opening and closing all the doors and drawers searching for something as yet they dont have any food on the table or counter. Like they are searching for those last bits of morsel that are left behind. Hoping to find those expired soups, month old cookies, 6 month old chips or crackers. Then off to the fridge they go, looking in it for ever and never touching or removing anything all the while looking over their shoulders. They leave, then return seeing you still sitting there and hastly leave. Waiting for your departure so they can once again become the Breakroom Phantom.

One day I will get them back. This is Satan living in me as I do it. I will make chocolate pudding and sweets out of laxatives or manitol and leave in an unmarked paper bag in the fridge. Two hours later, we will all know who the Fridge Phantom is. May the good Lord help their butt as they sit and ponder on their sins for stealing from others.

Sound like something you have seen? feel free to share. But beware the next time you leave that leftover prime rib with veggies and that sweet succulent dessert you had last night from the Outback in the Breakroom Fidge because the ever knowing Phantom is hungry and is on the prowl.

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