JeffDFD wrote: the wicked child wrote:
This reminds me of the great Tupperware War that happened here a few years ago.
Do tell...and do it in an epic Ken Burns documentary style
It all began on a seemingly calm fall afternoon about 4 years ago. As tends to occur in a shared refrigerator at work, it often became full of old take out, expired dairy, and tupperware containers that were ready to grow legs and walk away. A co-worker sent out an email a couple days prior to the clash informing everyone that he would be cleaning out the fridge on Friday afternoon at 2:30, and anyone who wanted something to be saved needed to mark it as such, or let him know, or forever hold their peace.
Flash forward to D-day. Another email was sent, reminding everyone that the cleansing would take place in T-minus 2 hours. The time passed as it normally does at work, no sign of the bloody conflict that awaited us on that fateful day.
The time arrived, and the cleansing began. Goodbye chunky milk. Adios green General Tso's. Sayonara expired frozen stir fry. Arrivederci fuzzy lasagana. And so it went, seemingly without a hitch save perhaps for the sour stomach that surely had ensued... but such is the price one must pay.
And so we all carried on, blissfully unaware of the scud missile heading straight for us. The explosion caught us all off guard. The yelling... the screaming... the pure terror... it was almost too much for one to handle. The secretary recoiled in fear as the shrapnel rained down upon her... the vicious wrath falling hardest upon her. And just when she thought it was all over, the storm turned on the unsuspecting soldier who had nearly given his lunch to cleanse our fridge.
But it was not truly a scud missile. No, it was much worse... an enraged tupperware owner whose fuzzy soup had been sent to the great beyond. It could not be reasoned with. This great injustice would not stand. That was her fuzzy soup, and he had no right to dispose of it. This became increasingly heated, and we feared that we might have to call for backup.
At this time, another brave soul took it upon themselves to diffuse the situation. They embarked on a quest that few would have undertaken... they went to the dumpster to search for the fuzzy soup which had been snatched from its rightful owner. It was foul, nasty work... but he couldn't stand to hear the bleating any further, and he really didn't want to see his friend jailed for assault. So he dug through the expired meals and rotten horrors that I can't even comprehend... or maybe I just don't want to. But he found it... the green soup.
Like a champion, he marched into the heart of the battle and returned the fuzzy meal to its grateful owner. And thus ended the Great Tupperware War of 08. Many had entered, and all remained... but none of us will ever forget that fateful day.