My Biscuits.
Not ordinary, communal, custard cream type biscuits.
My wheat free, free-from, special biscuits.
MY BISCUITS.
I left them on the dest at work, saving my last 4 for when I want to die between 4 and 6am. Left them in a little heap with my cranberry juice, my kindle and a folder of my worky stuff, so obviously not just left lying around.
I go and do some (very mportant and good) work, then returned to the desk and some greedy fucker has eaten them.
The packet is in the bin.
I mean, who the actual fuck just walks past and helps themselves to biscuits? It is simply not the done thing.
I really really hope they also had some of my juice as I had been swigging straight from the carton and it was a bit spitty.
I will track down the theif tonight. I have a list of suspects and they will be paying for their greed and gluttony.