Guy would go away for a few weeks a year, said he used his vacation time to work for a competitor. Thought nothing of it when he was gone for longer, but turned out he had been dead in his house. Cat had actually started to eat him. Garage was unlocked, took the shrink wrapper.
No one goes to the grocery store at 9 on a Sunday night, just me in the back, in the meat department. Racks of them, high as my eye, roasts and chucks and chops. Took a pound of ground beef, might have been 80/20, might have been 85/15, not sure. Dug into the wrapping, peeled it off like a wet sock, licked that ground meat from end to end.
Time to see if this worked in the field. Unhooked the wrapper from my belt, worked its magic, and that pound was back on the rack looking unmolested. Pushed a good rolling cart away, fingering the damp plastic wrap I had absent mindedly shoved into my coat pocket. No one saw me, I had gotten away with it. Soon it was three times a week, sometimes ballooning to five, six. Couldn't stop, didn't feel the need.
Might get caught someday, legal bills will ensue. Heard professional wrestling was a good way to make money, so coming to the LWF. Custom rolls of shrink wrap not exactly cheap, so a few victories might help the wallet.
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