Today was my turn to clean out the small fridge next to the coffee machine.
It’s not a popular job.
I don’t even use the small fridge.
But according to my boss, Clark, everyone has to “do their part.”
Everyone except for Clark. He “manages” the fridge cleaning schedule. That means he won’t be putting on the rubber gloves and mask to do the job.
…So, I did my part.
It may be a small fridge, but it’s crammed with oddities and packs a wallop of stink.
1. An upper denture in a coffee mug.
2. A file folder stuffed with individually wrapped cheese slices.
3. A half eaten tuna sandwich and a half eaten egg salad sandwich mashed together and wrapped in Saran Wrap. My guess: Circa three months ago.
4. Anaphylactic Contraband – An open jar of Skippy Peanut Butter.
5. One snow globe, slightly cracked…
6. Something that was once some sort of dairy but is now a bio-hazard.
7. A chewed up wad of gum stuck inside in a fuzzy slipper.
8. An overturned bottle of cough syrup tipped into an open bowl of cereal.
10. A urine sample.
Nasty, nasty, nasty…
But at the very least, cleaning that thing confirmed what I thought: I made the right call not putting my food in it.