Rita has left the top freezer door of the full-size break room refrigerator/freezer hanging wide open as she filled the single ice cube tray. Led by a force instilled in every mother, I almost reminded her the freezer door was wide open and all the cold air was being wasted, in my mind I had already taken a step to cross the small break room and close the door. I would have opened it again when she was ready to replace the filled tray... But better office political sense prevailed as I stood by uncomfortably aware of the open freezer door.
Replacing the tray, Rita pulled out the ice holder and, still leaving the door hanging wide, one-by-one placed ice cubes in her glass. Maintaining my composure, I subconsciously ground my teeth while surveying the frozen contents of the open freezer, almost emotionally aware of the escaping cold. Unaware of my internal turmoil, Rita poured the remaining crumbs of ice into her glass, her right foot now taking a step towards the gaping door. Relief was a step away.
To my amazement (and horror), Rita pulled out two more frozen ice trays and, never making a move to close the door, stepped back to the sink where she continued her methodical plot of torture to my frugal psyche.
The microwave chirped it's cheery little *ding*; quickly grabbing my bowl of warmed rice I bolted past the cavern that was once a frozen oasis for what lay inside, but was no more, and into the relief of the hallway. It took everything I had in me not to lift an elbow with seeming nonchalance to swing the offending door closed as I passed by.
Rita will never know the turmoil she put me through today...which is as it should be. *sheesh*
The name has been changed to protect the innocent...which would be me.
Not my own photograph
2 comments:
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I get it :)
Which is why I am thankful to work in an 'untraditional' setting...things like that would drive me crazy until I said something. Thanks for stopping by my new place!!!!!!!!!!
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