Couple decades ago, somebody kept stealing lunches. Couldn't figure it out, couldn't figure it out. Finally, somebody went and got a nice deli sandwhich, and put a nice big blob of Dave's Insanity sauce in the middle and brought it to work.

Next day we hear this ohh, oowww, FFUCKKKKK GRRRRRR WHAT THE FUCK, JESUS CHRIST. It was the owners prick of a son. Guy was driving around in a Ferrari, his father made him work in the office so he could get used to people before he owned the company. He shoulted and screamed and went to daddy. The manager over our section got an angry talking to, but I think it was more of him being embarrased about his POS son.

We were scolded and told not to do it again, but she had a smirk on her face the whole time.

We never had a problem with stolen food again.