Beggar's banquet

Some loser at work stole my lunch today. I don't say "loser" because they are a thief, though I figure that's an obvious equation, "thief = loser."

What I really mean is that they are big losers because they stole MY mediocre haphazard lunch.

Here's their take:
A handful of Trader Joe's fake Triscuits
A tiny chunk of blue cheese, about 1/2 inch square, well aged in my fridge
About 8 whole almonds
A blob of stuck-together raisins
A tangerine

It was MONDAY after all, and 6:30 a.m., when I hit the road, comes mighty early. So this poor loser picks my lunch out of the thousands of dollars worth of food stuffed into our three fridges at work? I don't get it.

I searched each fridge 3 times, but I still have the sneaking suspicion that maybe I just screwed up and, in my Monday a.m. blur, did something super creative with my lunch, like leaving it on the roof of my car or sticking it in the freezer instead of the fridge. I do remember putting it in the fridge. I think.