Someone (who obviously doesn't appropriately assign value to the things in their life) has left half of a sleeve of Thin Mints unattended in the kitchen of my office. This means, in the terms of my office, that they are fair game.
I had enviable self control yesterday and I DID NOT TOUCH THEM.
Today, they are still there. Minus three that are now all in my teeth. Maybe four in a minute.
Who leaves Thin Mints just lying around seductively this is a place of work for crying out loud.
I'll be right back, I'm going to the kitchen for some...uh...to get a napkin...yes.