I worked in a hip café as a young man, and the coffee cream was served in tiny stainless steel pitchers rather than the ubitquitous plastic creamers.  We couldn't keep them in stock, they were the number one thing customers lifted.

One customer actually asked a server "Do you mind if I steal this?" as she stuffed one into her purse.

The waitress replied "If the tip is sufficient, not at all."

But the staff was the worst by far.  A group of cooks shared an old Victorian house close to their place of work, and at a fairly wild house party, the general manager dropped in.  The desperate attempts to hide crockery, glassware, and the industrial sized case of toilet paper were worthy of the Keystone Cops.