When I worked in the French Market, which is still there by the way, the young employees were a riot. One rather well-endowed girl just adored the cheesecake and whenever she worked at the desserts station, she would crouch down behind the counter for a while. I thought she was rearranging the plates in the refrigerator but nope. She always stood up with her mouth full of cheesecake!
I thought it was so funny, even though it *was* stealing from Mickey Mouse.
And once, the cooks in the back were horsing around and they took off one of the girls' shoe and plopped it into a vat of Jambalaya. They fished it out and were going to serve the pot until I made a fuss and told them that they would get into big trouble if they served that and someone got sick! I guess I was a party pooper at that time, but I really stood up for the customer.
I horsed around, too. As I trained new girls, I teased that we used horseradish packets to polish the brass. I demonstrated and lo and behold, the horseradish rendered a beautifully polished brass heat lamp for the food! My friends giggled...until the next day when the heat lamps got turned on and the entire restaurant filled with the awful smell of horseradish. No one could tell where it came from. I 'fessed up and my very kind supervisor only shook his head at me.