Refrigerator Bandit

There is a community refrigerator in the EVAC shack. It's a nice place to put cold drinks that have been swiped from the chow hall, or a packet of ketchup to be used at a later meal when one has been forgotten. It's not huge, it doesn't hold much, but it's better than nothing.

We all politely write our names on the items so no one else takes what has rightfully been stolen by someone else. I made the mistake of writing my name on a box of chocolate milk in dry erase marker a week ago and someone rubbed it off and wrote their name over it in permanent marker. I would have been pissed if it hadn't have been a genious move.

But, of course, there has to be one Refrigerator Bandit that disregards people's names and takes any item for themselves. For a while that person has been unnamed. And everyone cursed them.

Nothing sucks more than knowing you had placed a delicious blue Gatorade in the refrigerator hours earlier, anticipating it while you're doing some kind of awful manual labor in the 120 degree heat, just to open the fridge and to find it long gone.

SPC Lewis went so far as to write a cryptic message on the front of the refrigerator:

We made fun of him unmercifully for his lack of English skills when he wrote in on the front in permanent marker. If you didn't put it in here. That was a sentence he argued with us for quite some time as being a complete thought. Ah, sometimes my Soldier is special. And speaking of special, after he scrawled that message on there, I discovered he is, in fact, the Refrigerator Bandit! I think the message was an omission of guilt.