So every Friday morning the law firm (or, as my neighbor here at work calls it the "lawffice") I work for serves bagels and muffins for breakfast. It's a pretty decent spread, with butter and jam and three kinds of cream cheese, bagels and muffins and croissants and coffee... you get the point.
Anyway, every Friday afternoon there are about three vats of each kind of cream cheese left over. And it just sits in there until next week's bagels.
"Isn't there a better use for this," I asked myself, "...like cheesecake?"
So I've been sneaking into the kitchen to pilfer one of the vats of cream cheese since Monday morning. And every time I've been in there, someone else has come in, too. It's as if Jesus knows I'm stealing the free cream cheese, and doesn't want me to do it.
Why Jesus? Why don't you want your little lawyers to be eating cheesecake instead of letting cream cheese molder and fester in the fridge?
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