ok that pancake post reminded me of the time last year in school when my friend came to school still eating breakfast, and he had a bottle of syrup with him from it. So when he was done, he just had this almost-full bottle of aunt jemima syrup and we didn’t know what do do with it, he didn’t have a backpack that day and he didn’t want to just carry it around, so; he silently, stealthily, walked over to another table and slipped the bottle into this guy’s backpack.
I’m not done. The day after that, during lunch, across the courtyard we heard someone shout “THE FUCK IS THIS SYRUP DOING HERE?!”. A bottle of syrup was in his backpack for a day and a half and he didn’t notice.