Here is a 100 Below story for your reading pleasure. Inspired by recent interweb stories.
“A cup is missing.”
“We’re short one cup in the cabinet. Why?”
“Remember those guys in the upper room? When they left, I cleaned up the room and there was one guy there. He took a cup with him. A few days later he came back with the cup. It had dried blood on it. So I broke it and threw it into the trash pile. I’m sorry if I did wrong.”
“No,” the master said. “If it touched blood it was unclean. I’ll get another. It’s a pity it’ll not match.”