The banquet was well underway when I slipped into the hall, casually adjusting the black strip of cloth I was using to mimic a tie. I hadn't ever owned a tie, but with the dim lights, the bare suggested shape should keep me from standing out. Black shirt, black pants, black fake tie. So what if they were a little worn, in the darkness, people wouldn't notice.
And that's exactly what I was counting on.
With the lights dim, the audience's attention on the speaker up front, I could quietly slip over to the banquet table where the food was piled high and grab myself a plate.
I moved quickly. As much as I wanted to stuff the whole table into Santa's Sack, I would restrain myself. One plate. One delicious plate of food that wasn't rotten and I would be out.
Keeping my head down, I finished in under a minute and turned snaking my way to the door. A table for one would do just fine whether it was here or up on the roof. Frankly though I preferred the roof.
-Inspiration from random musings
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