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Went to work to retrieve shrimp. Shrimp have disappeared. Suspect useless and borderline retarded coworker of stealing or throwing away. Likely latter, as coworker would not know what to do with fresh shrimp if it stole his Braves cap and insulted his mother. Should have known better than expect a logical chain of thought such as "this is an unfamiliar object; must belong to coworker, as only coworkers have access to back cooler door; shall therefore put aside to be claimed" to build itself in his aborted brain cells. This is the man who told me that Julio Franco is a better baseball player than Roger Clemens, after all.
Off to neighborhood grocery store to find solace in fresh tasty meat counter.
Off to neighborhood grocery store to find solace in fresh tasty meat counter.
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Oh my GOD. I cannot tell you how apoplectic I'd be if that happened to me. This is the foodie equivalent of a capital crime.
I'm sorry you lost your shrimp to dumbfuckery. :-(