>Imagine having so little foresight as to pull out fewer chicken wings from the freezer than you needed," thought Tom. The restaurant business was wearing on him. That bitch Angela never restocked. Maybe she was taking the wings... Tom Suspected she was stealing heads of romaine as well. There was a massive void in the fridge, where the Lettuce once was. Why was it so empty? Tom looked deep into the empty space that should've been filled by Romaine. He looked into the cold and it kept on buzzing. Empty and cold and buzzing and it didn't look like it would be better. Angela is gone. Angela took this from us. Angela is not worth of life upon this plane.