Fishbone†
<font color=blue>Does strange things while sleepin
- Joined
- May 31, 2001
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Friday evening I was leaving work around 6:00. Everyone else had left except for me and one of the brothers who owns the company. Because I'm often the last one to leave before they lock up, I know the "rounds" and I usually help close everything down. I went into the lunchroom to check the employee enterance, and it smelled hot in there..... nauseatingly (is that a word) hot. I found Patrick and told him I thought it smelled hot in the lunchroom. Now, keep in mind there is a pop machine, coffee machine, two refrigerators, two microwaves, a drinking fountain and now two mechanically challenged people walking aimlessly around this room sniffing, as if we could possibly make an educated diagnosis of the situation. I sniff here, he sniffs there, we switch spots sniff a little more.... the lights are all off, and we're just circling the room taking in more oxygen through our noses than usual.... and other than that, the possibility of accomplishing anything useful was pretty much non-existant. On one of our "changing of the sides", I decided that maybe one of the two refrigerators sounded kind of funny.... now, keep in mind that even in the far depths of anyone's imagination, it would be a stretch to think that I could even remotely qualify as a "refrigerator doctor", but Patrick came over and agreed it sounded at little funny, and maybe even smelled a little hotter over there (which is odd, because we were all but dizzy from circling the room for 15 minutes, and had failed to notice this important fact before). Anyway, he asked if I would help him transfer items from this frig to the other so we could unplug the guilty appliance and leave for the weekend..... seemed easy... sure I'll help. Now, I would have transferred item by item without a thought of what I was doing (not because I didn't care, but because it was Friday night, and we were on our way out the door before the discovery) but Patrick was analyzing and looking over and in all the lunch bags, tossing some water bottles and half finished pop (can you believe people leave open pop cans in the frig... first that's gross, and second, potentially messy!) So, he comes upon this one-serving plastic bottle of milk.... you know the new packaging.... clear plastic bottle with a cap? It expired August 10th. "This can't be good." "Nah, just toss it." So he does, but for some reason (I suppose because it was going to sit in the garbage all weekend) he decided to open in and dump it down the drain first. Okay, I am seriously NOT exaggerating when I say this thing EXPLODED!!! Rotten, curdling, stomach turning milk flew at least 12 feet.... 2/3 on Patrick, 1/3 on the microwave, the refrigerator, the floor, the coffee machine, the cupboards, the lockers, the tables, the chairs, and the pop machine. I have never seen anything like in all my life.... milk curdles hanging off this Executive's neatly pressed, out of my price range, outfit..... and if that's not bad enough, I almost added to the mess three or four times because the smell was repulsive!!! The poor guy.... he is so laid back.... he just sort of stood there and said.... "Oh sure, it got all over me". So there I am, 6:15 pm, on my hands and knees scrubbing the lunchroom floor of my workplace, using all the strength I could muster to keep from adding to the mess. The only thing I can say, is I am glad that I was not Patrick, who had to get in his pickup and drive all the way home, closed up in a small space smelling like something I can't even describe. WELCOME HOME HONEY!!!
YUCK!!!!!!!
YUCK!!!!!!!
