Leftovers

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‘I’m calling a department meeting, as I believe there are supplies being stolen from the floor.’ Alan, tall for his age, in wheelie trainers, stared up at the culprits.

The staff all looked at each other, their bags heavy and grinned. It wasn’t their fault they threw the remnants out at the end of a shift. Everybody, even the top man procured a few items before they left.

‘Look half pint, I understand that you are new to this team, but could I have a word?‘ his supervisor whispered, pulling his son into the office.

He sat opposite his dad, his legs dangling over the chair, drinking his glass of squash.

‘They are not stealing; it is the leftovers. They aren’t within a sell by date, but they are good enough to eat. Some of it goes to the homeless shelter, and I share the wealth with my staff.’

‘Daddy, why do we misuse so much?’

‘Buying in bulk is cheaper, I can afford to make the best pies, and they get a bit of a bonus. It is worth it.’

‘Okay.’

‘Now, please tell them they are doing a amazing job, and thank you for all their hard work.’

He jumped down, finishing his drink in three sips.

‘You are all brilliant,’ he said, with his Daddy beside him. ‘I want to award you a pay rise.’

The crowd of workers cheered.

His daddy smiled, he would make a good boss in a few years.