And now someone is actually putting things into my food!
When I was pouring the milk I keep in our communal fridge into my bowl of cereal this morning, I thought it looked a little dark. Seeing as it's under a week old, I chalked it up to the bad fluorescent lights in the kitchen, and happily munched away on breakfast at my computer.
Not much later, a devilish temptress e-mailed the department to say that she had brought in Krispy Kremes. Despite the overt rebellion my stomach always throws when I eat a donut, I had to indulge in a glazed sour cream ring. In order to preempt the upset tummy I went to pour myself more milk.
This time, with no cereal and bananas to obscure the view, I was certain that my milk was not only darker than it should be; it was actually BROWN. A faint brown to be sure, but still, not the bluish-white pallor that typifies nonfat. A smell test returned a surprising result. Instead of the sour stench of rotting lactose I expected, there was the slight but unmistakable smell of ... chocolate.
Someone has added chocolate mix to my carton of milk.
But who? Why? It wasn't like this yesterday, so the when is sometime since yesterday's breakfast.
Is this a malevolent act, or someone trying to sweeten my day? It could be a goodhearted practical joke, or someone hoping I have a chocolate allergy. It might also not even be chocolate ... maybe poison. Or worse: laxatives.
Upon inspection, my coworker advised that I write off the milk as a loss and dump it. But there was still the question in my mind as to why?
Also, there was the donut.
Come on. I don't think I've done anything to anyone here (that's absurdly terrible) to deserve poisoning.
What's the worst that can happen?