This is not a curmudgeon thing - it's part of being old. It is in the rule book. When you're old, you're free to purloin small items. For those Seinfeld fans among you, his parents stole batteries under the assumption "it's expected of us."
Sweet'n Low is no different. Why, in my Sainted wife's hometown outside of Chicago, waitresses carried the stuff WITH them to prevent oldsters wandering off with it. You had to beg for each packet. At the diners here in New Jersey, it is out in the open on the tables, but with a twist: very few on each. There are like a dozen each of all the other sweeteners and only two or three Sweet'n Lows.
I have to gather my stash from other tables. I WORK for my free Sweet'n Low.
I remember, prior to ascending to Curmudgeon-dom, the 'collecting' of sugar packets at our annual stops at Howard Johnsons. I think of that every time I have coffee out at a restaurant. Still a sugar person myself
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