Yesterday I went out to buy a bicycle pump and some groceries. When I got home, I started to put the groceries away. But look what I found in my fridge:
That’s right, relish.
I don’t eat relish and I’m pretty sure I don’t own any relish. Even if I did own relish, it wouldn’t suddenly be front and center in my fridge. I live alone. Nobody has a key to my apartment except my landlord, which is a corporation. In the 8 years I’ve had this landlord, they’ve never entered my apartment and put something in my fridge. Apart from the relish, nothing else is amiss. There’s no relish-smeared knife in the sink, no hotdog bun crumbs on the counter. Everything else is exactly as I left it.
Weird, eh?
I sincerely hope you remember having some guest over who had an opportunity to put something in your freezer. Otherwise, this is too creepy.
This is soooooo weird!
That would be a reassuring explanation Dave…but no, there were no guests over either.
I simply have no explanation for this. It’s just weird.
Have you figured out how the relish got there yet? I love mysteries.
Funny you should ask, Shark. I ran into Nik the other day at the park, and he suggested the relish might be indicative of multiple personality disorder. This explanation might solve much more than just the fridge mystery.