The Tile Guy is eating our food

I come home tonight from work and Karen asks me if I made a sandwich before work this morning. I didn't and thought it was kind of funny she asked. I seldom take a lunch to work now that I work 10 hour days. I have to use my lunch hour to get out of the office otherwise I'd never see the sun. So apparently a tomato was left out on the counter. Then she points out that the lunch meat is almost gone as is the bread. None of us have been around much lately due to busy schedules. So who's eating the food? Oh wait, we're having someone retile Kristen's bathroom and he's in the house by himself all day. Realization: the Tile Guy is eating our food.

Yeah, it's pretty creepy but what are we doing to do about it? He hasn't finished the job and I'd really like him to. He works as slow as molasses so he'll be here a few more days. I wouldn't really care that he's helping himself to a sandwich or two if he had asked first. Taking other people's stuff is just wrong. The funny part is he probably didn't even think we'd notice. I just hope he's not messing with anything else.

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