It really is.
There is no way that I am claiming any responsibility for this one. Nuh-uh. Not me!
It all started about three weeks ago when Shelby was home from college for a weekend visit. She mentioned that her meal plan funds were running low, so I bought her about 3 weeks’ worth of meat for her to take back with her, nice mom that I am. Unbeknownst to me, Shelby packed the meat in the little cooler that I use to keep ice in my clinic. Since I have no fridge there due to the remodel, I have simply been filling it at home every morning and taking it to work with me. It wasn’t until after she left that I discovered it was missing.
When I asked her about it, she was suitably contrite, so I wasn’t too aggravated since she didn’t realize I had transformed it from a “family” cooler into a “work” cooler. Besides, I always have a Plan B.
Plan B in this case has been keeping the ice in a large zip-lock bag inside the ancient microwave that lives in the clinic. I say that the poor old thing “lives” there because it is not mine, and nobody seems to know whose it is. It possibly belongs to a Ghost of Teacher Past, since it is one of the earliest models made in the mid-1970s. It is very insulated inside, and keeps my ice frozen all day long.
Until today.
Until one of my coworker friends tried to heat up her coffee and pushed the bag to the back of the oven.
Until I finished it off by heating up my lunch, believing somebody had taken the bag out. I realized what had happened when I reached in and my lunch was still frozen… but there was a big puddle of water on the bottom of the microwave.
It's not my fault it happened; I couldn’t have put up a sign about the ice, no way!
It's all Shelby’s fault! :-)
