There is a lunch thief on the loose and roaming Cambridge Street in Boston. I kid you not, people!

Today at work my, much anticipated (mexican leftovers) lunch was boldly stolen from my museum desk! Granted, it wasn’t hidden or in a locker or anything, but it was tucked underneath the admin desk, out of plain sight. ARG. I think it was a kid from the school group that was there today, but it may have been accidental. I hope it was accidental.

I was really distraught. Perhaps overly distraught. I couldn’t believe that someone would actually take my lunch…and the green cloth bag it lives in…and the ice pack that kept it cool. WHY, WHY, WHY? What kind of person would do such a thing? My knickers are all in a twist just thinking about it again!

And I liked the lunch bag. It was my brother’s in middle school and I kind of inhereted it somehow. It was just the right size, with a velcro closure and the name LOWE written on it in permanent marker. Thief, unless your name is Lowe you have a huge problem!

So, I’m sad. I had to have a crummy Dunkin Donuts bagel lunch and it put me in a bad mood. I may be over it now, but maybe not.

WHAT KIND OF A PERSON STEALS ANOTHER’S LUNCH?!?

I only hope that that person was truely in need of a lunch. If they were more hungry than me and couldn’t afford to get their own lunch then I guess it’s better that they have mine.