Sad

This entry is on behalf of Randy who had something stolen from him.

No, not his bag or passport, something special.

The chocolate bar that he made the other day at the CHOCO museum in the shape of the 2
volcanoes on Isla de Ometepe.

Sad.

After another wonderful dinner we got set up back at the hostal to do some internet stuff, study a bit of Spanish and play cards.

I went to get our bars out of the freezer so we could taste our own personal masterpieces made of the sweet cocoa bean, and noticed that Randy's bar was broken. I thought that he maybe snuck a piece earlier.
We start enjoying and he notices that his bar is broken and sloppily crunched back into the tinfoil that it was neatly placed in the day before at the museum when we picked them up.

It was just a small piece but still.
WHO does this? Why would you steal a small piece of someone else's chocolate bar??
If you're already going to steal some, why not just steal the whole bar!? Who is satisfied after
one small bite?

Oh well. Karma I say.
Randy was bummed. Like a kid who dropped their ice cream cone. Or well, maybe a kid who had his ice cream stolen from a bully.