- Your dumb granola doesn’t need to be refrigerated.
- Your six-pack is stealing space that could be used to cool a gallon of Sweet Tea, so you guys just need to work that out.
- Nobody stole your yogurt, so stop the angry notes already.
- That’s Susan’s hot sauce, and it’s really full, but you know she’ll throw a huge fit if you use even a little.
- I strive to be respectful of how cisgender individuals wish to be identified, but writing THEY on the Oat Milk does not help me find you to let you know that I spilled it.
- Your half-gallon of ice cream is taking up the whole fucking freezer. And we all want to eat it. Those two facts combine together to create “foreshadowing.”
- How often do people need to use BBQ sauce for lunch? I mean, really.
- Labeling your Chianti Red Wine Artisan Salami with a future date when putting it in the fridge is an integrity issue, and you could be fired for it, but Jesus, would that really happen?
- It has Mike’s name on it, but does he still work here?
- Those Cornichons should be in the door, not on the top shelf, Mr. Selfish.
- Curiously, everything in the fridge is clearly labeled with a name, except for the half-empty Vodka of the Gods bottle.
- We, the undersigned, respectfully ask that the burned out light in the fridge be replaced, because it’s been a couple months and we feel we’ve been very patient, and even though it’s not stopping us from using the fridge it kind of feels like a respect issue.
- More than one person has the initials “JT,” so we don’t know who to talk to about the Tupperware® we found behind everything in the back, and its contents are obviously a sensitive issue so we would prefer to keep this on the down low. Can you just take it home please, and we won’t ask questions.