theivery in criminal justice
So at work there's this break room... for breaks and there's a table, to sit at during your break. Every now and then there will be a cake or some other food item on said table for people to enjoy. I'm not really an office member, my position is too lowly, so I don't think I'm supposed to be included in the food sharing. Nevertheless, every time I walk past the breakroom I look in to check out the table. There's usually nothing on it but sometimes I get lucky. Today there was an abandoned Ghirardelli chocolate. I don't know why it was there or who it belonged to but I stole it and ate it. It tasted good.