Treachery comes in all shapes and sizes—and in this case, treachery has taken the form of taking a bite out of each of the break room's doughnuts. From the I, Anonymous Blog:

I took a gigantic bite out of each doughnut which our main industrial supplies vendor left for you, then I re-boxed them neatly and left them next to the coffee pot for you to discover. I spit the un-chewed bites into the trash next to the coffee pot—and I'm glad you actually saw them!

Because of this, you had an OCD fueled, managerial meltdown... the likes of which I've never seen! After wasting several days on a maintenance staff inquisition, it’s a pity your lengthy investigation process was so completely fruitless!

In the 10 months that have passed since this happened, you have not passed up an opportunity to express your rage about this, even when the opportunity had to be manufactured. Your tales of treachery at the coffee pot sound like bitter tears of defeat to me, and they taste so sweet, even after 10 months!

Do you have a rant, confession, or story about doughnut-related treachery? Then send it to the I, Anonymous Blog! If the story is interesting enough, it might be chosen to be featured in the print version of the Mercury, or perhaps read aloud at the extremely popular monthly live I, Anonymous Show at Curious Comedy Theater—so what are you waiting for? SPILL THOSE SECRETS!