Determined to not leave me in peace, one of my Tupperware dabbas (Fluorescent Green, in case you were wondering) has decided to give me the fright of my life.
I unfortunately left my dabba at work the day before Holi, with some food in it. Woe is me. I know. It’s going to smell like hell right now. You’re right. It does. But that’s not the scary bit.
Here I am,
copying writing, as usual, minding my own business, working, like a good boy. And Pop! goes the dabba. I kid you not, the damn thing just popped open on its own!!!!!! JUST LIKE THAT! No catalyst, no change in air pressure, NOTHING!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! My dabbas hate me!