Snack thief.

I was working really, really late last night, thanks for all your comments.
You are all beautiful, lovely people, and I'd like to marry all of you.
If only I wasn't a nun and already Jesus's bitch.

I'm often working late or at weekends (like today)
and I was so hungry once I began scrounging around the
empty office looking for sweets or left over sandwiches
(it was on one of these previous forays I discovered the
delicious cheese and honey combo).

Anyhow pickings were pretty light, but I found
a packet of crisps, and ate them thinking:

A) Blimey they're good, never tasted those before!
B) I'd just replace them on the Monday when the shops were open.

On Monday, it was discovered that:

A) The reason you've never tasted them before is that you can't buy them here.
B) They were bought as a gift for someone back from South Africa.

I'm not sure I ever owned up.