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I worked in a bar for fifteen years that was run by three brothers. One was the owner while the middle brother ran the night shift. The younger brother usually worked the night shift, and was usually drunk by closing time.
We had a pretty good lunch crowd during the day, so in the afternoon I would prepare the as much of the food as I could for the next day’s menu. Once a week, we served BLT sandwiches. So the owner would have me fry up about ten pounds of bacon the day before so that all we had to do is reheat it. This went well in the beginning until the younger brother began to work nights.
The first week that he worked, we came in the next morning to find that most of the bacon was gone. When we questioned him about it, he swore that he never ate any of the bar food when he was there alone after the bar closed. Nothing more was said until the next week, when the bacon disappeared again. We also began to keep an eye on the other prepared food as well, and we were missing some every night. The younger brother still denied any knowledge of the missing items and the “bacon bandit” became a running joke in the bar. We drew up homemade wanted posters of a pig wearing a bandana, offering a one dollar reward to the person who could catch this elusive thief.
This “bacon bandit” was finally apprehended a few months later. The owner and I entered the bar one morning to find the younger brother asleep in a bar stool. His head was lying in a plate of roast beef, mashed potatoes, and gravy. He was snoring, blowing bubbles in the gravy every time he exhaled. I picked his head up and let it drop again. The food flew every where yet he still didn’t wake up. When he finally did lift his head several hours later, he had a piece of incriminating roast beef stuck to the side of his face. The infamous “bacon bandit” had been captured.
So you begin to notice food missing from your refrigerator and you kids and spouse deny any knowledge of it, you may have your own “bacon bandit” to chase down.
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