We were at a fancy restaurant yesterday evening when Grant accidentally chipped his water glass.
We knew that there was no way the restaurant could continue to use that glass in its chipped state (this was a cloth napkins kind of place). Its future obviously lay in the garbage bin behind the swinging kitchen door.
On the other hand, we were out with Grant’s Mum and a bunch of her friends, and we didn’t want to make a big scene where we would have to explain our entire project to the waiter and potentially have it turn into further explanation with the manager, etc, etc. It was, after all, just a glass.
So we quietly decided that the logical course of action would be to take the glass home with us where it could continue a useful life despite its superficial damage.
And that, my friends, is how we ended up stealing a glass from a fine dining establishment (and justifying it in the name of the environment).