Peace Via Superior Firepower

I already posated about the coke fiend in my office. This person, or persons, took three sodas out of my desktop fridge during my days off.

Not that my office is not behind a security door which one must know the secret access number for. Because it is. And how does a coke addict pass the federal background check. After all, at my office security is taken a bit further than it is at the regular office building. Unless of course your office building is the J. Edgar Hoover building or something.

But anyway, none of this really matters. The fact was someone removed some soda cans from my personal desktop fridge. Not that I cared that much - I mean it was just a few measly cans of soda. It was not like someone removed artifacts from King Tut's toumb from my office or anything. It was just sort of annoying. It was not so much that the sodas were taken, it was that whoever took them did not leave anything. There was no note, no quarters, and no warm sodas left in place of the cold ones.

So I went to the drug store in the airport, and got a locking luggage strap. Last Tuesday, before I left work, I strapped the fridge shut. Wednesday and Thursday were my days off.

When I arrived to work last Friday and removed the strap, someone had stuffed a dollar bill in the strap.

Either my fridge is giving lap dances when I am away, or someone saw the strap and realized that I noticed the missing sodas.