Several people, including Ginny and Jeni, have blogged about work refrigerators in the last few months. Most of them are disgusting or filled to the gills, at best. I've seen my share of new life forms in fridges at various work locations.
I was, therefore, particularly amused when I opened the refrigerator in our quasi-break room this morning. Actually, these types of "conversations" can often be found when opening quite a few doors and cabinets where I work. It's a perk. Note that when we have been able to easily identify life or the formerly alive things in the fridge, we've shut the door quickly and haven't stopped to write. Thanks to SA for helping me get a better shot of this!