Ah, break room refrigerators. I do not miss break room refrigerators.
Lonely and abandoned, elderly tacos …
Mysteriously darkening brown bags with the name Heather on them …
Mustard from the late 70s …
One day, I ran across the phrase “eating our lunch” and was immediately transported back to lunch in the break room and the corresponding culinary relics in the Frigidaire.
Sure, I got a cartoon out of it. But the memories that surfaced …
