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Break Room Surprise

After being in the Radio Broadcasting business for 11 years, sometimes the best stories are always the ones that occur within the business itself. While working at one particular radio station, I developed a habit of taking my lunch to work instead of going out to nearby restaurants .

Many co-workers cautioned me about placing my lunch in the break room refrigerator, due to the history of lunches "disappearing" . I always laughed at the stories and felt fairly smug that nobody would resort to harming a defenseless lunch.

My laughter quickly faded when I noticed the bulletin board in the break room . Actually it looked more like a memorial for abducted lunches. Photos of happy employees with home packed lunches and descriptions of their contents, where they were last seen covered the entire board. And over in the corner of the brightly lit break room sat the final sanctuary where carefree lunches dwell before vanishing, a white single door refrigerator. By itself it did not look menacing. But combined with the bulletin board mosaic of missing lunch memos it took on a more evil appearance, seemingly to grow larger than life expanding its mass to such a point that it felt as if myself would be sucked into the cold empty interior .

Actually that wasn't the true effect but when the lights flickered it looked pretty cool, but I digress.

Anyway I was determined to prove to all my fellow co-workers that I was not going to be the latest victim of "lunch abduction" . So being the brave individual I was I opened the refrigerator placed my lunch inside and closed the door .

Around mid afternoon, I eagerly returned to the break room looking forward to enjoying a lunch of tuna fish sandwiches and corn chips.

I should have realized something was wrong when I approached the refrigerator and the theme from the "Twilight Zone" began playing in my head . With apprehension I opened the door and slowly peered inside . I noticed various bags, containers all neatly labeled with lovely phrases such as "Touch, you die" "I'm watching" "Medical Waste" . But no matter where I looked I was not able to locate my lunch .

When asked by co-workers I just laughed and told everyone that I had no problems in finding my lunch . At the end of the day many say I cried over my loss .

Okay, I did not cry. I was actually sweating from running around the entire building trying to locate my lunch and in the process sweat running down my face appeared to be tears. To some individuals it

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