Gatecrashing the WiFi hotspot party

I attended at flashy BT launch party held in the restaurant on the seventh floor of the Tate Modern art gallery in London last week. Peaches Geldof providing the predictably thump thump thump dance music to which nobody was dancing. There were, however, lots of people squeezed in, enjoying the full array of services on offer such as the food and drink. My colleague and I established ourselves near one group who had just returned from the bar area armed with a huge plate of food, lots of cold cuts and olive bread, sundried tomato and roasted peppers a-plenty. We sat there, waiting for our chance to pounce, and when nobody was looking pinched a little bread and a few cold cuts. Nobody seemed to notice, nor care, so we upped the ante and swiped the entire plate. Now despite sitting just a few feet away from the people whose food it was, they were oblivious to the fact that we were helping ourselves to something that belonged to them. They had erected no obstacles to make it more difficult to swipe the food, nobody stood between us and it, nobody questioned what we were doing when we moved the plate onto our table, nobody shouted at the tattooed man sharing their food without their consent to stop.