Stupid arguments I should not have had to have participated in today:

[azurelunatic]

The topic of the argument: "Throw the poison away and get some real breakfast."

Pro: me, Trendy Chick.
Con: Trendy Chick's would-be geek buddy, who thought that it was perfectly OK to leave his leftover takeout Chinese food out overnight in the bullpen on a shelf and then eat it in the morning. This wasn't stable foods like bread and raw veggies. This was takeout leftovers.

A discussion of basic food handling safety ensued, with dude holding forth that he didn't believe that such things were necessary or real -- everyone else's wussy stomachs might not be able to handle it, but he had the Real Thing, and did this all the time with no ill effects.

"Don't blame us if you DIE," I finally told him.

The discussion raged on for most of the morning without me.

Comments

[azurelunatic]

And you know, even though I have a reputation for being an utter genius amongst my co-workers, I think that this is ... um, how you say? A blatantly wrong thing that Darwin's Law should not allow to go uncorrected for too long?

I mean, it's one thing to feel like you're smarter than most of those around you. And yeah, I do reasonably often feel like this around some of my co-workers, including the supervisors. But in general, that feels more like the usual surprise at "Wait, not everyone thinks like me?" rather than "OMG WHY DOES THIS PERSON STILL BREATHE AND LIVE???"

My opinion had never been #1 topnotch, but at least I'd considered the dude of at least average intelligence. This ... boggles the brain. Quiet Geek Super was probably right. I think I might start to agree with him.

[hotarunokokoro.livejournal.com]

ewww! thats gross!

[sithjawa.livejournal.com]

He'll probably be okay, except the malnutrition. Cheap chinese food doesn't have enough food value to be attractive to bacteria ;P

[azurelunatic]

Trendy Chick added that he eventually came to the conclusion, "Hey, so maybe that's why I always have [loose stools]!"

...Only in a little more unnecessary detail. I once told Dad that "We do NOT need to hear about every squirt and gurgle," and I stand by that decision.