Chutzpah

For those of you unfamiliar with the term Chutzpah, let me introduce you.

Its a Yiddish word, generally the equivalent of Balls. As in "That took some Balls." But with a little more oomph. Chutzpah is like my last posts title, the "oh no she di-int" of the Jewish variety. You NorthEast-Coasters know all about Chutzpah. No disprespect to you West-Coasters, but please, y'all live on the edge of Wus Cliff. Us New Yorkers have got the Chutzpah in spades. And the Jersey gang is much much more fierce.

SO - To Illustrate:

My library has a bad rep as a place where lots of things grow legs and walk away. Gloves out of coat pockets, cell phones, ... you name it, it will be taken from you. The staff is in a state of denial that there is a thief among us, but, c'mon people, get a clue.

So everyone seems to be a bit paranoid about their things. And I don't discourage this paranoia -- They certainly have a right to be scared. I mean, our Piano Bench walked away. A piano bench!

So this guy brings his lunch to work one day -- A lame frozen dinner -- and places it in the freezer. Makes sense. But then, he decides he wants to go out to dinner. Also makes sense. So he leaves said frozen block in the freezer, and heads out. Comes back the next day, checks the freezer, and the item is still there. Hooray.

Two days later, checks freezer, and lunch/dinner is still there. Perfect. He still doesn't find it appetizing, and leaves it there for another time.

Next day, finally decides its time to nuke up the frozen meal. Goes to the freezer, takes out the box, And It Is EMPTY.
Yes. That's right. Someone stole his lunch, then left the empty box in the freezer.

That my friends, is Chutzpah.