One time, Mike-a-licious and I went camping. It was early in the season - like the week before Memorial Day I think - and we were the only people in the campground until the weird guy showed up. And he was weird. He shows up with just him and a travel trailer and parks right next to us even though all the other spots were available. Then he refuses to tell us where he is from until after we tell him where we are from, and then he amazingly is from the same place. He gives us some line about spending the weekend fishing (yeah, like someone is going to drag a travel trailer 40 miles for one person to go fishing on a river with no fish by himself) and he bolted. The ranger came around and discovered that he hadn't paid for his camping. Then, while we were out he just disappeared. He didn't have anything to do with the cooler and that is fine but I just wanted to tell you all about him.
|The Cooler when it was new. Probably.|
Somewhere along the way cooked hamburgers for dinner. We had one of those packs of pre-made from the store, and we ended up with one extra. So we thought to ourselves "No reason to waste a good burger" and we put it back in the cooler. By the time we left it was all that was in there, except for some beers and the water that was the remains of the ice.
When we got home and were unloading the camping stuff, Mike-a-licious said that he would put the cooler away and we set it under the window of the Gigabyte Studios at the Worldwide Headquarters. And there it sat. Through the spring. And summer. And fall. And winter. And then repeat the cycle. It just sat. Somewhere along the way one of us remembered that the burger was in there and we resolved to never open it. And it sat some more, to the point where it is approaching two years since it was set there. When the Canadian Clubber came by the studio during the taping of the Podcast and happened to mention it, the issue was back in our faces.
Mike-a-licious is adamant that we never, never open The Cooler. He wants to just chuck it at the first opportunity. He maintains that the burger is liquid, and if there is any water left it is mixed with it. We have also sort of concurred that the beer in its glass bottles has most likely exploded, adding to the mess. The Clubber and I, however, feel that The Cooler must be opened. IT MUST BE SO! Because we don't know what is going on in there for real. All we know is that it is going to be terrible and disgusting. But we don't know to what degree. It wouldn't surprise me one bit if everything in there was liquid. But we don't know. What if the cooler has magical powers against heat and cold? What if the beer is in excellent condition? What if we have managed to discover a new form of penecillin? The point is that we don't know, and we need to find out. In the name of science.
So it sits there, getting ready for yet another season, awaiting its fate. And we will decide said fate eventually. Or maybe not. It's not like another year is going to make it any worse, right?