As many offices do, we have a communal fridge back in the kitchen/lunchroom. There is a selection of shared condiments (mostly hot sauces around here), some longer-term non-communal stuff (like flax oil and cheese), and a regularly changing assortment of whatever is for lunch. There's is also usually something that is well on the way to developing intelligence moldering away that everyone denies owning. And there are only 5 people here...
The latest is a plastic bottle of OJ that expired on Halloween, turned somewhat brownish, separated, and is bulging is a way that makes me think we should call the bomb squad. While no one would claim ownership it was removed and dumped by a braver soul than me this morning.
Current problem fixed. But it will arise again. Part of our problem is one person here has memory problems and when asked if something belongs to him, honestly can't remember. But he is one of the most resistant to everyone having to label their shit; and he's the boss. So, I will continue to surreptitiously toss stuff that is at the paleolithic stage. I don't much like being the fridge police, but I don't want to risk being subjugated by the lifeforms in there.
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