So I moved on to marking my name on my food. This didn’t really have much of an effect. I think that upon seeing my name, would-be snack snipers decided that they only needed to make sure that I wasn’t present when they plundered my sweet treasures.
It seemed that there was no way to completely safeguard against these vile, cube-dwelling looters. The desirable nature of these snacks is what caused me to buy them in the first place. If someone wants them bad enough, there’s nothing I can do, right?
Wrong. It occurred to me that it if I eliminated the “desirable” nature of the goodies, that they may be spared from the wingtip wearing plunderers. So I carefully crafted a plan to ensure that nobody would steal my goodies...
Below is the final answer to the food vanishing question… and all it required was a Post-It and a Sharpie:
My orange Powerade had remained waiting for me, unmolested, for 3 whole weeks now. I enjoyed it thoroughly.
