The lunch room in our office has started to become more political than the 2004 presidential election. First, there were innocuous little signs about heart runs, March of Dimes walks and other volunteer type of activities.

Then signs about not drinking the emergency bottled water cropped up. As if they were bunnies, the signs multiplied overnight. Suddenly there were signs about making more coffee when you take the last cup, refilling the paper towels when you use the last one, and the usual "your mother doesn't work here, so clean up after yourself" type of signs.

Yesterday, there was a "please keep the lunchroom door closed because there is stinky stuff in the fridge" sign. The author of this note even took the time to add graphics. Of course, everyone had to go in and out of the lunchroom and complain about the stench then proceed to close the door. Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaay... so, that's going to fix the stink?

I sit by the lunchroom and got tired of hearing all the door shutting and complaining, so I investigated the stink source. I found several possibilities in the fridge. I think the big offender was a very fuzzy, mushy black cantaloupe (or at least I think that's what it was.) It was kept company by yogurt that expired four months ago, milk that expired two months ago, and some grapes well on their way to becoming raisins. I did what a sane person would do and threw the damned stuff out. It took me about 10 minutes. I'll bet it took longer to make the sign.

People at work are weird....oh, and lazy.