The Pizza Heist

I used to work at a small ice rink as a Zamboni driver. Classic broke college-kid job.

The staff were all students too, so the break room was always stocked with pizza,

hot dogs, ramen — the usual “we’re-all-barely-surviving” foods. In December,

they “fired” me without actually firing me. No conversation, no email,

nothing. They just stopped scheduling me and completely ghosted me.

But… they also never asked for their keys back. Including the key to the break room.

So every week, I bring a Tupperware, slip in through the back entrance, and stock up on

whatever food is there. No cameras, no questions. I technically used