At my job, a rite of passage for new mechanical engineers is to repair a fridge from the Ancient Graveyard of Fridges.
All the ME’s know their fridge, and love their fridge, and take personal offense if the people using it don’t keep things clean and orderly. But we have one ME that also does powerlifting, and he just takes his fridge with him to where he’s working in the building. Like if he’s doing repairs in the basement, he carries his big red fridge down the stairs and if he’s working in one of the lab wings, he’ll carry it up the stairs and if he’s machining parts, he even carries the fridge across the street to the machine shop.
1. I am pretty sure he doesn’t want to fuck the fridge. It’s more like his pet dog. His little buddy. He always talks to it like he’s a coach and it’s his dumb but incredibly talented star quarterback. I have this weird theory that he’s emulating a role model from his past, and while doing so, displaces his own personality onto the fridge. Which is fascinating from a psychoanalysis aspect and maybe a therian one too. Maybe all powerlifters just have fridgesonas that they’re trying to become.
2. The other ME’s are insanely jealous of his ability to just relocate the fridge. They all wish they could take their fridges with them, they’re just not strong enough to single handedly carry a fridge up and down two flights of stairs on a whim.
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