So, if a painter was working in your house while you were not home, and went in your cupboard and drank a can of tomato juice, and didn't leave a note, would you be freaked out?
I would be freaked out on many levels, not least being that apparently someone else is sneaking into my house and leaving tomato juice in the cupboard.
If you're talking about a single-serve size, I'd assume the painter meant to leave a note. I'd be pissed about the door, though.
I wouldn't be freaked out, but I would be irritated. Leaving the door open is messed up, though, especially since you have the cats, which I assume he knows about.
The tomato juice would have me going, "Huh. Well, whatever." The open door would have me shooting firebolts out of my eye sockets.
Yeah, it's inappropriate for workers to be getting into your pantry, let alone eating your food. But it's dangerous for them to be leaving the premises unsecured.
I'd be pissed, but I'm easy.
A co-worker almost made me say something dirty twice. And not just a little dirty, but telling dirty.
ME: "Well, I have to get you and Brian on the phone with me so we can discuss it properly"
HIM: "Not my ideal sort of threesome, but..."
ME: [blink] [blink] [keeps mouth shut, because it's an intriguing sort of threesome]
Seriously! Who says that? At an office job? (Uh, that's not Amy or shrift's or all you other professional pervs)
And...he just called back and I used his threesome terminology back at him. Oy.
Seriously! Who says that? At an office job?
That could only get more inappropriate if he also drank your tomato juice.
My tomato juice does bring all the boys to the yard.
I thought I was feeling better, darn it. After being awake most of the night, I did get some sleep and then woke up and started working. At around 11am I crawled in bed for a short nap and didn't wake up until 4:30. Oooops. Now I'm trying to get caught back up on work.
All this talk of tomato juice has me wishing I had some V8 in the house. Maybe if I leave my door open, the V8 fairy will come through.