TIFU by getting 3 Pop tarts in a single pouch. tifu

So about 10 minutes before I leave for work, I go into my pantry to grab my daily breakfast: a pouch of Pop Tarts. I feel the pack is quite thick, so I open it and, to my surprise, I find 3 Pop Tarts inside! "Wow! Such amaze!" I think to myself. I decide to actually toast these three to celebrate this rare occasion. My two-slot toaster ruins the immediate satisfaction, so the third tart waits while the other two toast. Now, these are Chocolate Chip flavored Pop Tarts, so they aren't frosted and sometimes fall apart. So after the first two are toasted, I pop them out and start toasting the mythical third while I eat the other two. This is where the horror begins.

The toaster, already hot from the first use, nearly instantly destroys the crumbly tart inside, dripping chocolate flavored filling all inside the toaster, with some parts of the tart catching fire. Oh, the disappointment as I pull that toaster to the sink to empty the contents and begin to wash it out. Months of grime and charred pieces of food join my pop tart down the drain, which somehow clogs the drain and it backs up. Already late for work, I leave the disgusting afterbirth of toaster garbage in the sink and attempt to make a 45 minute drive in half that time. Running into the office, I throw my lunch into the fridge in its usual spot, only to find some unknown purple bag in my spot. I turn the bag so my own can fit and throw the refrigerator door shut and run to my station to only be 15 minutes late.

Six hours pass, and we break for lunch. The first into the break room, I notice my fuck up: the fridge didn't close. Nobody goes into the break room after we start working. The fridge was open for 6 hours and everything in there is warm except mine, which had an ice pack inside. The purple bag I moved had stopped the door from closing. As my coworkers file in to see this disaster, a new employee recognizes the bag as hers. The looks of anger on everyone's face and the shame on her's were almost too much. She grabs her bag and runs off to the stairs as everyone begins to clean out the fridge. I, the true culprit, grab my cool lunch, heat it up, and begin to be the only person to eat their lunch on our 10 hour shift. The other people mutter something about how "she may be deaf but that doesn't mean she can't show decency." This lunch is getting worse by the minute.

TL;DR: IFU because I got 3 pop tarts in a bag, was late, ruined everyone's lunch, and made a deaf new girl the most hated person in the office.

Submitted March 04, 2015 at 12:05AM by foggy10177 http://ift.tt/1zVBDD0 tifu