Chocolate Loving Piggy People

by admin on June 30, 2011

This has been a story that I’ve been sitting on for awhile, but I need to stop dwelling on it, put it out there and move on.

In college, I had a two-bedroom apartment off-campus with a roommate I found on Craigslist and we had a friendly, if tepid, relationship.  We didn’t spend a lot of time together but we didn’t have many problems and liked each other’s friends well enough.  It was a perfectly fine situation.  While I only lived in the apartment during the school year, my roommate lived there year-round.  For my three weeks of Winter Break, I went home out of state while my roommate held down the fort.

When I returned, it was obvious to me that someone had slept in my bed (although they had re-made it).  This was not an uncommon occurrence.  My boyfriend was then at another school a couple hours away, and I would visit him on some weekends.  My roommate and her friends would frequently drink in the apartment, and I liked her friends enough to be comfortable with one of them crashing in my room when I was away… especially rather than driving home.

However, and I don’t know who it was, someone at some point crossed a line.  For some holiday that year, my boyfriend had gifted me a “library” of chocolate… a box filled with miniature bars of gourmet-flavored chocolate in different colored boxes that resembled books on a bookshelf.  I had eaten two of the eight, savoring them as I knew it was a seriously pricey package.  The box was very pretty, and I kept it on the night table next to my bed (also convenient for reaching for a nibble while studying at night.)

You can see where this is going.

That someone had slept in my bed didn’t particularly bother me.  However, I noticed that the bars of chocolate were very clearly out of order.  I absolutely could not believe my eyes when I began taking the package apart and saw that four of the boxes were EMPTY (not including the two I myself had consumed.)  Whoever had slept in my bed had taken it upon themselves to inspect, open, and eat my present.  The situation was in fact even worse than that: The thief had opened a fifth bar, taken a bite, decided they didn’t like it, and PUT IT BACK.  Of the six remaining bars, only one remained untouched.

To this day I have no idea what happened.  Was the person sleeping in my room hungry and too drunk to care?  Did they think I left it just for them?  I know that in this situation my roommate was responsible for her guests, but I never said anything.  I wish I wish I wish I had, but I was a very non-confrontational person and frankly speechless with shock.  Maybe it’s my fault for not setting boundaries, but I didn’t think I had to specify “It’s okay if so-and-so sleeps in my room every so often, but please instruct her not to look through my things, borrow my clothes, or consume my food.”  Doesn’t that sort of thing go without saying?

It’s not the scale of the offense that surprised me, but the nature of it.  Who does something like that?  How greedy, self-absorbed and oblivious do you have to be to think that doing such a thing is okay?  No one slept in my room after that, and I still wonder if the offender just felt too guilty.  I hope so, but all things considered it seems unlikely.    0629-11

After I married, I packaged up the top tier of my wedding cake and stored it, with permission, in my former landlady’s chest freezer.    Fast forward a year later to my first anniversary, I have retrieved the cake to defrost it and eat it when lo and behold, someone had gotten to it before me.  Yep, one of my former roommates had a chocolate craving one night, opened up the frozen cake and had eaten about a third of it.  Who on earth eats an obvious wedding cake tier in a clearly labeled box?   Chocolate loving piggy people, that’s who.

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Lily G June 30, 2011 at 6:06 pm

Oh and another story: my husband’s sister had a party once when my in-laws were out of town. Of course, it got out of control and a hundred kids were there. After the mayhem, they found a large framed painting had walked off with one of the revelers-a painting their grandfather, a prominent artist and art professor in the style of Charles Vess and Arthur Rackham, had painted as a birth announcement for his daughter, (their mother) in 1927. We now have the one Grandfather painted in 1923 for their aunt, his first child. It’s beautiful.

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Cooler Becky June 30, 2011 at 6:46 pm

Well, when I was in boarding school, the girls used to regularly raid my room for chocolate, sometimes even waking me up in the middle of the night to ask me where it was.

I bought a sombrero and put my chocolate in it, then hung it on the wall.

The girls would come and ask where my chocolate was and I would be able to answer truthfully: “It’s in the Sombrero!”

Nobody believed me.

I got to keep my chocolate and eat it too.

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WrenskiBaby June 30, 2011 at 6:59 pm

Sarah Jane, I feel your pain. It happened to me. My husband had never heard of the rule that says you never, ever touch another family member’s restaurant leftovers without permission.

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Liz June 30, 2011 at 8:58 pm

Yep, it’s the “I saw it, I wanted it, so I took it. What’s the problem?” attitude.
I’ve never actually had any one take anything from me in secret, thank god. Though on one occasion, I had just come back from visiting my parents -they are in a different country, so I had bought some nice vodka in duty free on the way home… anyway, I went to a small gathering of my BF’s friends at one of their houses. Now I know that often when you bring alcohol to someone’s home that alcohol is often thought of as communal -like when you bring wine for dinner- however this was not the case, it was BYO gathering. I hadn’t started drinking yet and my vodka was just sitting on the table on the other side of the room, I hear my BF say “Um, T what are you doing?!” I look up to find one of the guy pouring him self a nice tall glass of my vodka. I saw it unopened so he opened it up and helped himself to it. I said “EXCUSE ME?! he mutter something about me being uptight then pulled out his wallet and threw (yeah, threw!) and $10 note at me, acting all indignant as though I was making things so difficult for him.

THEN, I gave another one of BF’s friends a shot of vodka… he took that as me saying “here you go, have how ever much you want!” and over the night he proceeded to drink it all -including the vary last shot worth at the bottom when my BF asked “hey, don’t you think you should leave some for Liz?” his reply was “she said I could drink it!”

I was pissed, it wasn’t cheap vodka and it was the principle of it all. And to top it off it was made out by several people that it was my fault because I apparently let them take it. Ugh.

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PrincessSimmi June 30, 2011 at 9:34 pm

Someone nicked a can of my Coca Cola out of the fridge every day for a week. It had my name, and was buried in my department’s fridge drawer behind some butter, jam and vegimite. By the fifth day, I felt like I was losing it, so I went to HR. They set up a sting and caught the cleaner- a lovely girl with down’s syndrome and diabetes pilfering the fridge- a piece of chicken here, some rice there- a little out of each lunch, followed by my can of coke. Because she couldn’t eat/drink certain foods while her mum was around (and the diabetes) she would steal food at work where nobody would know.

The sad part was, they fired her. She’d been working here for 13 years.

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Jack June 30, 2011 at 10:38 pm

A somewhat similar incident happened to me during the last week of this past semester in college! I had been cleaning out my dorm room for move out and packing, when I hear one of my roommates come into the room followed by a VERY LOUD and obviously drunken girl. (We each have our own bedrooms, but share a pantry/kitchenette area with a full sized fridge. While this all happened while I could hear but not see them.) I hear my roommate tell the girl that he was giving her a pink lighter that he had, and then they were leaving. Good, I don’t like loud people in the room longer than they need to be, especially during a week night.

And then I hear her go into OUR freezer and say “I *KNEW* YOU HAD ICE CREAM!!!!” and then the door closed. Now…the only ice cream that was in the freezer was some that I had been storing for my friend, who is allergic to both dairy and soy and requires VERY EXPENSIVE allergen free coconut milk ice cream. We are all poor college students, so this was a very special, end of the semester treat that she had bought herself for doing so well in her classes; we had been celebrating the weekend prior with cocktails and ice cream :D. I thought to myself..surely, he didn’t let her take my friends ice cream, knowing it wasn’t his. And surely, after they picked up the carton they would realize that the packaging was a bit stranger looking than most ice cream containers, since it had words like ‘ALLERGEN FREE’ and “COCONUT MILK” written all over it and would return it.

Nope. And when my roommate came back I did confront him about what happened. Apparently this drunk girl was a stranger who was participating in a sorority “treasure hunt” type game. So, basically a complete stranger had come into my dorm room and rummaged through MY things, and then STOLE something of mine. Great. My roommate couldn’t honestly pick her out from the crowd, and for some reason didn’t realize that she had actually taken the ice cream before leading her out the door, rather than just screaming drunkenly about how we DID have it. He promised to help pay for a new carton, but never did give me money for it. The whole experience left me with a very bad taste in my mouth and I was glad to be moving out in a few days time. Had that happened earlier in the semester I think there might have been a few problems, but thankfully I was able to say that my roommates were great people and easy to live with (for the majority of the year).

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MeganAmy July 1, 2011 at 1:20 am

Hugs to OP. Stolen chocolate is a sin! Here you were being generous and letting people sleep in your room and then they stole from you!

There’s a cookie recipe that my mom makes that I love! It’s one of the best foods I’ve ever had. It takes 6 hours to make a batch, so it’s not something that I make often. When I was in college, my mother made a batch of cookies and sent them to me overnight mail. The box was in the far corner of my desk. I’m sure I’d piled things on top of it so that no one would help themselves.

Shortly after I received it, before I had a chance to eat one, one of my roommates and about 20 of her sorority sisters were standing in the room because they were gathering to go out for the night. My roommate knew I had just opened the box of cookies and announced loudly to her sorority sisters “You should all try a cookie!” I was livid. Luckily, before I could say anything, the others said they didn’t want any and wanted to be on their way.

It’s nice to be hospitable, but offer your own stuff to your friends, not your roommate’s!

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oatsofwrath July 1, 2011 at 2:43 am

Ugh. Food thieves. Stories like this start to make me feel panicked – food thievery in my super poor student days meant that every now and again, my disposable-income-having-housemates ate and I went hungry. I’d confront them, and they would be shocked that I thought they’d done anything wrong. Sure, there wasn’t anything particularly special about the leftover stew I put in the fridge, except that it was supposed to last me 2 more days and I’m now out of money and hungry. The main culprit was my partner’s brother, which made things more difficult.

It’s pathetic, but a few missed meals due to thievery means that Even now, I experience a mild amount of panic when food isn’t where I left it, even though I won’t go hungry anymore.

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Alex July 1, 2011 at 7:54 am

You should not have to hide away your possessions in your own room to stop them from being taken. Never when staying in someone else’s room have I assumed I am welcome to anything unless it is explicitly made clear. And it sounds like this was obviously a gift, not just a kit kat on a shelf. The wedding cake incident is just shocking. You both have my sympathies!

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Enna July 1, 2011 at 10:06 am

Rude, and revolting to put eaten chocolate back. Taking one sneaky square, okay bit rude but not as rude as what had happened. Why sneak stuff like chocolate and cake? Chips is on thing. Next time OP put it away safely so no one will give into temptation!

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Wink-n-Smile July 1, 2011 at 10:27 am

I have actually seen mini fridges with padlocks on them. I thought it was paranoid, but now I see it was practical. Hopefully, I’ll never be in that position again, but if I am, a padlocked minifridge for ALL personal food seems like a good idea.

This reminds me. In college, I was planning a special treat. I carefully researched an authentic italian recipe, bought the special ingredients (and I had a $10/week grocery budget, so I had to plan for a while and save up). I bought the olive oil a week in advance. When the night arrived, my olive oil was almost gone! It was in MY cupboard, with MY food and yet my roommates had all (five of them) decided it was communal oil, and used it for all their cooking, because it was so much better than the vegetable oil that had been placed in the communal pantry.

A few weeks later, I went to get some ice cream, and found FORK MARKS in it. I discovered that a girl from the next apartment had come to visit and decided to help herself to my ice cream. She didn’t want to bother with a scooper, and just used the first utensil she could find. If she’d used a spoon, I might have simply thought I miscalculated how much I had eaten, but she didn’t even bother to hide the fact that she stole my food.

Neither my roomates nor my neighbor thought it was wrong. I did, however, tell them off about it, and I didn’t have problems after that. They all knew I regularly made food to share, and was generous, so when I had a rare fit, they took it seriously.

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Lucy July 1, 2011 at 11:19 am

Some people seem to think that if they can see food, they’re automatically entitled to eat it no matter what.

When I was in school we had a sort of common room for students. One day, I made cupcakes to take to one of my classes as we’d organised a little party for the last day of term. I left them in the common room as I couldn’t carry the container around all day (it was very common for students to do things like this). One girl, who had a habit of helping herself to everyone’s mugs and leaving them dirty and half-full, not even in the sink but just on the floor, spied the cupcakes and went to help herself to one. Luckily, a good friend of mine happened to be there and intervened, saying “oh, those are Lucy’s, she made them for her class”. The girl asked, “do you think she’ll mind if I have one?” and my friend replied, “I think she only made enough for the class”. To which this girl asked again, “so do you think it’s okay if I eat one?” You would think it would be obvious that, if there are only enough cupcakes for my class and no extras, then no, it won’t be okay if you eat one because then someone in the class will miss out!!

I wasn’t so lucky when I took a box of drinking chocolate sachets to my boyfriend’s house. I don’t drink tea or coffee, but it gets very cold there so I thought taking something to make my own hot drinks was a good idea. I made one drink on the day I took the box over. The next time I was there, I went to make another, only to be told by his sister that she had used ALL the sachets! There would have been about 8 or 10 in a box so she had really gone through them. And she didn’t offer to replace them, or even apologise – she just laughed and said “they were really nice!” (I know they were, that’s why I bought them.) It may sound like I’m talking about a little girl here, but she was in her twenties!

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Enna July 2, 2011 at 8:40 am

When I was at university sometimes people would accidentally eat other people’s food thats a bit different from what’s happened to the OP. Maybe putting a post it note with your name on the food could help solve the problem?

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Cat July 2, 2011 at 9:09 am

This is the kind of thing that drove me to live alone. I dropped a boyfriend after he took me to a party that a guest had invited him to since the host did not know him. We went into the kitchen with a cheap bottle of whiskey (it was BOB), and he spied an expensive bottle of a well known whiskey. He giggled like a little girl while pouring himself a nice, large glass of the expensive stuff. That told me all I needed to know about his values and personal honor.

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Adrienne July 3, 2011 at 12:28 pm

This sounds similar to the recent post about someone’s mug being left in the sink and thrown away by a coworker. Admin made the point that if that OP cared enough about her mug, she would not have left it out. While in this story, the chocolate was in the OP’s room (and not a common area, such as the kitchen), she knew that her roommate would possibly have people over and that one of those people would possibly be staying in her (OP’s) room. Obviously, the individual who slept in your bed and ate your chocolate was seriously lacking in etiquette (and even in common sense, in my opinion). However, I believe that the moral of the story is that if the chocolate was that important to you (and expensive), you should have put it away in your closet or a drawer or somewhere before leaving for three weeks.

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Lori July 3, 2011 at 6:10 pm

For our wedding, a friend made us an Italian chocolate raspberry wedding cake, which collapsed before the ceremony. We salvaged enough to make it a respectable offering at the reception, and still save a small piece of the top for us to take home and freeze. During the reception, of course, my husband and I were too busy/harried/stressed to eat a bite. While we were away on our honeymoon, my sister-in-law, using a key my husband had given her in case of emergency, went into our house with a friend of hers and consumed every crumb of our wedding cake. Neither of us ever had a single bite. When we confronted her, she shrugged and said, “It was delicious, and we were hungry.”

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stellanor July 4, 2011 at 2:02 am

My freshman year in college my roommate and her boyfriend were self-involved jerks with no manners. The boyfriend lived out of state, and when he came to visit my roommate demanded that I go home for the weekend (which… honestly was better than the alternative, which was trying to sleep while they had sex five feet away).

Inevitably when I came back her boyfriend would have eaten every single one of the snacks I’d bought and left in my closet, and drank all of the sodas I kept in the fridge. I wouldn’t have minded if it was just one can of soda or one granola bar, but he took EVERYTHING and left the empty boxes behind.

When I finally confronted my roommate and asked that she at least pay for some of the sodas he’d taken (an entire 12-pack! Gone!) she declared that since her uncle had bought the minifridge and she was letting me keep my things in it too (there was only room for one minifridge) she could take whatever she wanted from it.

There was no arguing with this lack of logic. She truly believed she was absolutely in the right. I later discovered, totally on accident, that she and her boyfriend disliked Mountain Dew (and I didn’t mind it) so I switched to drinking that. Problem… not solved. Dodged?

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karma July 4, 2011 at 8:02 am

Actually, Adrianne, I’d argue that the moral of the story is: “Don’t let strangers use your room.”

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Invalidcharactr July 4, 2011 at 11:32 am

I disagree with people who say that the original author should have hidden her chocolates better. It was in HER room, in HER home. Not to mention the fact that the chocolates were packaged in decorative boxes that were intended specifically for display; not for hiding in a dresser drawer in the hopes that they might not be pilfered.

It doesn’t matter if I leave a hundred dollar bill on my nightstand. It’s MINE in MY HOME. No one should feel entitled to take it, and no one should blame the “victim,” as it were, in any case. She had a right to expect that personal items in her BEDROOM should not be disturbed or taken.

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Jillybean July 5, 2011 at 8:50 am

stellanor – there are people who don’t like Mountain Dew?! LOL. Just kidding, all the MD haters don’t need to chime in…I just love the stuff! But yeah, that is a profound lack of logic on the mini-fridge ownership.

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Xtina July 5, 2011 at 9:55 am

I don’t think the OP should be faulted at all for leaving the chocolate out in plain view. I wouldn’t say that if he or she had left the chocolate out in a common area–but this was plainly in his or her private quarters. It was kind enough of the OP to allow her room to be used by the roommate’s friends. There is an unwritten rule in that kind of situation (which was a very common practice when I was in college) that while you may use the bed, everything else is off-limits and you should leave the room in as good as, or better, condition as you found it (i.e. sheets changed, bed made, no mess left or THINGS TAKEN, etc.). The person who ate the chocolate committed a serious party foul!

@Lily G: GUFF–hahahaha! Love it.

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AlwaysQuizzical July 5, 2011 at 4:32 pm

I agree with people who say that anything precious should be hidden, especially if the person knows that their room will be public use while she’s gone. However, the amount of chocolate that was stolen is too much for that to apply to this case. If she was complaining that one bar or part of one bar was stolen then you could say that she’s wrong to be concerned, but for someone to steal that many from a package that clearly hadn’t been opened fully is something else. I would be angry too and would have said something to my roommate. However from the fact that the boxes were put back together implies that the roommate doesn’t know that someone ate the chocolate and probably wouldn’t be able to come up with a culprit. So, maybe the OP would have ended up feeling worse if she’d said something.

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Aje July 5, 2011 at 8:41 pm

One more quick story, because I just thought of it.
At school I give the kids I piece of chocolate on test days. Somehow it brightens them up when they come to pick up the test of the desk… like, “Well I least we get chocolate!”
Anyway, the kids were lining up to get a test and the basket of candy was on the table so they could select one piece before they went back to their seat. At that moment someone knocked at the door. Without even thinking, I turned and answered it, talked with the teacher for about 15 seconds. When I turned back to the basket, every piece of candy was gone. This was my first class and the candy was supposed to last for three more classes. The kids were not even bashful about it, in fact when they saw how angry I was it amused them- and they were very quick to point fingers (they didn’t need to, I knew exactly who had more than their fair share).

That class did not get candy again for a very long time. Selfish Selfish Selfish.

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Tundra July 8, 2011 at 8:12 pm

I made a lemon drizzle cake for my Mum’s birthday. Mum, Dad and I ate a slice for dessert. The next day, I came home from work and found that there was half a cake left instead of a bit less than three quarters. I asked Mum about it, and she said maybe my brother and his girlfriend had taken it. I hoped so. But then later Mum asked Dad if my brother and his girlfriend had taken some cake, and Dad said “I don’t know, but I had some, I don’t know what they did”

… yeah. He just helped himself to a slice of birthday cake for his morning tea/snack. I know it doesn’t look like a ‘real’ birthday cake, but why take a slice of cake that we were clearly eating for dessert? And a very large piece too. *sigh*.

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GoghGogh Girl July 10, 2011 at 4:58 pm

Tundra, maybe it’s different in your household and therefore your father should’ve known better, but in my family at least, a birthday cake is only reserved up until the night of the birthday; anything left is officially “leftovers” and is nibbled away bit by bit as snacks for the next few days.

That said, I must admit I am a culprit of food snatching, unintentionally. I used to live with three other roommates – one who would only make food for herself, one who never cooked special things, and myself and another who liked to bake for the whole apartment. Once I came home from classes late and found a pan of fresh brownies on the stove, and everyone eating cookies. “Ah,” thought I, “somebody felt like baking tonight” and grabbed a cookie or two to eat while I was studying. Much later, after everyone was in bed (I am ridiculously nocturnal) I came out of my room, hungry, and found the cookies gone so I cut myself a piece of brownie and went back to studying.
The next morning I got a joking-angry text from the non-cooking roommate for having eaten out of the brownies she had made for a special club event that day. Oops! I was mortified and offered to make her some more in time for the event, but she waved it off and said it was fine, although the roomies didn’t let me forget it for a while, mostly because they just found it funny.
In hindsight, I should have remembered her buying that particular box (of delicious peanut-butter chip brownies, no less!) and realized that if THAT roommate was baking, it had to have been for something special!

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Mary July 11, 2011 at 8:14 am

“Tundra, maybe it’s different in your household and therefore your father should’ve known better, but in my family at least, a birthday cake is only reserved up until the night of the birthday; anything left is officially “leftovers” and is nibbled away bit by bit as snacks for the next few days.”

Same with our family. Doesn’t even matter if it’s for breakfast. We do make sure that at least one piece is set aside for the birthday person, but the rest is definitely leftovers!

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Asharah July 18, 2011 at 12:27 pm

Lori, I think you should make the story of how you didn’t get to eat any of your wedding cake because your SIL was such a greedy oinking pig a family legend to be handed down and repeated to yours and her grandchildren and great-grandchildren and NEVER let her forget.

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Nadie July 23, 2011 at 9:41 pm

Ah, stolen food and entitled roommates. This takes me back to my college days, when mycousin and I lived in a house with several housemates, including Counsin’s boyfriend. Now Boyfriend was a nice guy and was very generous to his friends, many of whom were shameless moochers. Unfortunately, Boyfriend took a rather laissez-faire attitude towards personal ownership, especially in regard to other people’s belongings. For instance, he seemed to have no problem helping himself to MY things and sharing them generously with HIS friends. Presumably, he felt that he was entitled to my things because he did once or twice mention that I was free to come over and help myself to his things, though I never actually did. I felt uncomfortable just taking things from his part of the house (mostly because that’s not in my nature, but also in small part because he kept his kitchen disturbingly messy and rarely had anything I wanted anyway). I know that he was aware that I hadn’t really entered into his “what’s mine is yours, what’s yours is mine” arrangement because when he’d extended the offer, I said something to the effect of, “thanks, I’ll let you know if I need anything, but I would never take something of yours without asking first.” Regardless, he still took it upon himself to rummage though my food and borrow (but not return) my cooking utensils, and he even encouraged his guests to do the same.

This type of thing happened all the time, but a few of the most frustrating incidents occurred on special occasions. For instance, I was given a lovely cheesecake for my birthday one year, but had only been able to eat the tiniest sliver the night it was received, since it was brought over after I’d just had a large meal. I thanked the giver profusely, had a few bites, shared with the others present, and then put the remainder in the fridge, to enjoy the next day. Of course, the next day, the cake was gone. I visited Boyfriend in his part of the house, and he said he’d been offered a piece by my cousin, but that he’d just had one. Unfortunately, Boyfriend had several friends over and had offered all of them pieces of my cake, as well. They had finished the whole cake and hadn’t even bothered to save me one piece.

Another particularly egregious incident occurred the day my cousin and I graduated from college, which also happened to be my birthday. My parents threw a little BBQ as a joint grad/birthday party, and they kindly provided all the BBQ makings. During the party, I saw my dad hand Boyfriend and one of his friends some cash and ask if they’d mind going to the store to get some beer for the guests, since he was busy grilling for everyone. They happily agreed and I saw them arrive back shortly with a large supply of beer. The thing is, rather than putting it in the coolers with the other beverages that had been put out for us all to enjoy, they quietly packed it all into Boyfriend’s fridge and didn’t even tell the rest of the guests that it was there. My father didn’t notice this, since he doesn’t drink himself and had only bought the beer in the spirit of being a good host. He never missed it, but had he known what they’d done, I think he might not have appreciated that they’d taken the money he’d given them to buy beverages for his daughter’s party and hogged them all for themselves. I never said anything to any of them about the beer, but I did think it was rather opportunistic and rude. It always just amazed me how these people seemed to feel entitled to just help themselves to anything they wanted without much regard for others.

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See August 7, 2011 at 2:11 am

Sounds like our house sometimes. Except if you want the last of something you need to declare that because it usually means there’s only a little left and that way everyone knows you’re not hogging all of it. I bought an ice cream cake for my mom’s birthday and a couple of days later thinking there was two slices left I declared the last peice. Yeah mom told dad who looked at about 4 slices and asked me what was wrong with me. I didn’t realize there was still so much cake and felt like a nut but we got a good laugh. Here if something’s not for sharing (mind you we’re adult family) then just say so. I would buy something, leave for a couple of days and come back to find it gone because I forgot it. I would let them know I bought it to take but everyone would assume something I specifically bought to take with me forgotten was left as a free for all. That’s why I started keeping food at my job :D

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Penny September 21, 2011 at 5:19 pm

Something like this happened to me, too.

I love figs and everything about them, even Fig Newtons. Thing is, fresh figs are horrendously expensive, so they’re only for special occasions like birthdays and anniversaries.

In my third year of college, I lived with three other women. One of them was a touch annoying (often used up the hot water, didn’t always wash her own dishes, etc.), but mostly tolerable. I’ll call her Katie. So the weekend of my 1-year anniversary with my boyfriend, I made us a nice steak dinner at my place followed by homemade sherbet (which tasted amazing, I might add). I had previously asked my roommates if anyone minded him visiting (mostly as a courtesy since he had been there before); no one voiced any objection. He and I were mostly in the kitchen/living room area while we ate and watched a movie.

After we’d finished dinner, he surprised me with a present of not one, but FOUR fresh figs and some champagne truffles. I squealed in delight, especially knowing that he’d spent a pretty penny on them. We ate two figs and four truffles between us. I was planning to save the rest for later. I stashed the figs in the fridge and clearly labeled them, while I put my truffles on my desk. My boyfriend and I then went out for some coffee, because there is never a bad time for coffee.

The next day, I find that one of my figs and two of my truffles had disappeared. I hadn’t eaten any since the night before, and neither had my boyfriend. One of my roommates was away visiting her sister while the other doesn’t even like chocolate. I asked Katie if she’d taken them, and she said “Well I think you were selfish for not offering to share with me.”

Needless to say, I don’t live with her anymore.

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Sugaryfun January 12, 2012 at 10:36 pm

GoghGogh girl, at least you were remorseful about your accidental brownie snatching! I had a family member drop around several hours early for a social gathering that night. While I was in the toilet he cut himself a slice of the brownies I had left on the kitchen bench. When I confronted him he said “well I saw that somebody else had already had some.” I said that yes, I’d cut a piece, which I was entitled to do because they were MY brownies which I had baked. He just shrugged. The same guy will also grab chips and other bits of food off my plate without permission and is not remotely contrite if I tell him off about it. :/

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