The Mystery Fridge
The refrigerator in our Science prep room scares me.
First it was the fact that half the contents looked like they were specimens of some kind, cosying right up next to the milk the department used for coffee.
Then it was the email that went round from the Head of Science one day:
There is some mystery meat in the Science fridge. If it is not claimed by 2pm, it will be disposed of as a matter of Health and Safety.
Later it was the school nurse walking in to my office with a bottle of ether and some drugs she’d found in the aforementioned fridge, one of which was some penicillin that expired before I was born, and the other being a pack of doses of Gonadotropin from the same era.
I don’t go into the Science prep room any more.