Technically, the fuckup began about a month ago when I was cleaning my dorm room getting ready to go home for winter break. My roommate had already left the previous day and had left behind quite a lot for me to do. Part of the cleaning was to empty the refrigerator and freezer and unplug them. Most of the stuff in there was my roommate's but if I didn't do it then, it wasn't going to get done.
Pickles, salsa, a huge jug of coffee creamer. All took a tragic tumble down 12 floors of garbage chute. Had I taken more than a passing glance into the freezer, I would have saved myself from the horror I was to come back to.
Behind the ice tray that I thought was the only thing in the freezer was an almost empty bag of chicken nuggets. If I had taken a second to think, I would have remembered I had them but I seemed to be in a stupid mood that night. I unplugged the freezer, finished my cleaning, and went on my way to the train. About halfway home (3 hours into a 6-7 hour train ride), I remembered the nuggets. My mouth dropped in horror. I was going to be gone for over a month and everybody else I knew had already gone home. I spent my break dreading the day I would come back to see what abomination awaited me.
Well, today was the day I went back. I stepped into the room and knew it was going to be worse than I feared. While we were away, maintenance had apparently decided to crank the heat up to 11. The doorknob on the outside of the door was almost hot to the touch and I couldn't even be in the room without sweating.
I walked over to the freezer and held my breath as I prepared to open it. There, sitting in a pool of stagnant yellowish-brown liquid, were the nuggets. In their time in the sweat box, they had practically liquified. Gagging, I threw the windows open as wide as I could, threw the terror into a bag, and ran for the garbage chute. I've been back for nearly 15 hours now and I'm still working up the courage to do each next step. I soaked up the juice with paper towels and air freshener bombed the inside of the freezer a few hours ago but I know I still have to scrub the inside. There's no way I'd be able to hold my breath through that and I don't want to face that stench...
However, in a lucky turn of events for my roommate, today is actually a week earlier than I was supposed to come back. I got a job that required me to move rooms and be back a week earlier for training. So while it may have been a good lesson for him about doing more than the bare minimum, he got spared the trauma.
TL;DR- Triple check your damn freezer if you have to unplug it!
Submitted January 12, 2015 at 04:46PM by MTV1994 http://ift.tt/1DP5NLk tifu
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