My food-thief spy-cam worked - although sadly I have no recording as permanent proof, before mine own eyes, after deliberately planting a foil-wrapped chicken-salad wrap, then turning on the cam and monitoring the fridge area for about an hour and a half, I saw the notorious food-thief lift the sandwich I'd planted in the fridge door out and deposit it in her tote bag.
I exclaimed aloud, "Holy shit, she's going for it!" - for it was indeed a thoroughly mundane-looking young woman, from somewhere else in the building - some other department - and I then scurried out of the lab and down the hallway to the lunch room. There, I first casually peeked in the fridge to confirm that yes, the spot in which my sandwich has rested was now empty.
Then I turned right around and confronted her with a (very polite, considering the circumstances) "Excuse me, but I'd like my sandwich back that you put in your bag."
She denied it all: "You're mistaken; I didn't put anything in my bag..." &Tc... so I added that I'd seen it on a spy camera. Still didn't break her. I posited, "I don't suppose you'll let me see what's in your bag..." Indeedy nope. Nor would she give me her name. As she pushed on by me, I let her go, but called after her as she walked quickly down the hall, "Enjoy the sandwich! We know who you are, now! Did you think we'd just put up with that and not try to find out who you were?"
So....kleptomaniac...klepto-bulimic...sociopath?
That's almost irrelevant. IT WORKED!!!
I exclaimed aloud, "Holy shit, she's going for it!" - for it was indeed a thoroughly mundane-looking young woman, from somewhere else in the building - some other department - and I then scurried out of the lab and down the hallway to the lunch room. There, I first casually peeked in the fridge to confirm that yes, the spot in which my sandwich has rested was now empty.
Then I turned right around and confronted her with a (very polite, considering the circumstances) "Excuse me, but I'd like my sandwich back that you put in your bag."
She denied it all: "You're mistaken; I didn't put anything in my bag..." &Tc... so I added that I'd seen it on a spy camera. Still didn't break her. I posited, "I don't suppose you'll let me see what's in your bag..." Indeedy nope. Nor would she give me her name. As she pushed on by me, I let her go, but called after her as she walked quickly down the hall, "Enjoy the sandwich! We know who you are, now! Did you think we'd just put up with that and not try to find out who you were?"
So....kleptomaniac...klepto-bulimic...sociopath?
That's almost irrelevant. IT WORKED!!!