Criminal Mind

When I left work last night, I labeled a leftover sandwich from lunch with my name and placed it in the refrigerator in the Family Medicine resident workroom.

When I went to eat it at lunchtime, it was gone.

Who could have done it?  What mean, evil, conniving person would take a sandwich that they knew belonged to somebody else!?  How did it taste going down with a side of guilty conscience??

I may never know the answer to those questions, but the least I could do to defend my honor was the leave a passive-aggressive note:

We had sandwiches again today for the PGY2 Practice Inquiry lunch.  This time, I wrapped my sandwich in a napkin with a decidedly more aggressive label.  KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF, SIR OR MA'AM!

On second thought, maybe Titan was the one who sneaked into the resident workroom and ate my sandwich.  I did forget to feed him this morning when I left for work, after all.  I'm such a terrible father!