You know how I've been salivating for a bagel, and how my dad ruthlessly threw away my precious bagel find.
So, my sister was home for the snowday, and Mom was in charge of lunch. Opportunity #1. (Mom is a rather lackluster lunchmaker, as opposed to Short-Order Dad, who's a genius.
My sister takes out a couple of bagels, Mom goes to do some icicle destroying. Opportunity #2. (I set this one up by refusing to go out the back door underneath dripping icicles. After all, wouldn't want to suffer from the elements.)
I sneak and take a bagel, very, very quietly. And I just take one, because two definitely would be noticed.
After my snack, I take a nap, conveniently timed to coincide with Mom's lunch.
Just to top it off, the next day, while Dad's heating up some chicken parm with pasta, I swipe my share. (Opportunity #3.)