A noble cause — until Sheila took it as a personal invitation to help herself to store inventory.

Today, I caught her slipping a 12-pack of LaCroix and two rotisserie chickens into a tote bag. When I confronted her, she smiled serenely and said, “Evan, I’m redistributing surplus to the less fortunate. Legally, you can’t stop me, friend.”

HR’s response? Tabitha, mid-Fanta slurp, declared, “It’s a gray area, Evan. Better safe than sued.” Meanwhile, Sheila waltzed out the door, probably off to her “volunteer” shift at her sister’s BBQ.

Spent the evening explaining to angry customers why the rotisserie was “unexpectedly sold out.” Clocked out late, leaned against the freezer, and whispered, “Yes, friend. This is fine.”

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5630881&forum_id=2/en-en/#48314899)