Back in my teen years, we had a nice large chest type freezer. This freezer was well stocked with venison, a few deer hides that I was going to tan, a couple tons of frozen veggies from our overly large garden, a good portion of a side of beef, a couple farm hams, yada yada yada. One evening Mom told Dad and I that the freezer had stopped working. We asked her what happened and she said she heard a pop and saw a puff of smoke come up from the back of the freezer. So, Dad and I go over to check the freezer out. The first thing we did was open the lid to make sure things had not begun to thaw out....and we were blasted with a stinch that could only be described as Satan's morning breath! Not only had every thing thawed, everything had progressed into a nice state of decay and putrification. We, gagging all the way, stumble up the stairs from the basement and the Freezer of Funk and ask Mom how long ago had the freezer stopped working.
Her reply: A couple of weeks ago!
WTF! A couple of weeks ago, and she was just NOW telling us about it. I, having the less weak stumach....I still can't believe that Dad ever made it through the Marine Corps with his ever so weak stomach and his tendancy to pass out at the sight of blood (he would have been useless in a war...shot a fella then pass out for a couple hours)...got the undesirable task of carrying all that rotting, putrid stuff out of the basement, piling it up and burning it. The house stank for a good two weeks...and we couldn't open windows to air the house out as it was in the dead of winter.
Back some years ago, I was working at a metal fab shop. I got selected to clean the break room fridge every Friday evening....no complaints from me, as it got me off the production line and into the nice air conditioned break room for an hour. The policy was that anything in the fridge at 10pm on Friday evening would not be in the Fridge at 11 pm Friday evening. I stuck to that policy and threw everything in the fridge out....which made the supervisor mad. Diego was a heavy set, ex-Marine Latino A-hole first class (I really liked him!). He came into the break room before our shift started and asked who had been cleaning out the fridge on Fridays. I said I was the guilty party. He looked at me with his sternest glare and said "I wish you would stop throwing my Mexican tupperware away"...meaning all those margarine and butter bowls he was using to carry his lunch to work in. Mexican tupperware!
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