# The Mystery Of The Small But Cute Refrigerator On The 3rd Floor - My First 3 Months At DMG MORI HEITEC Digital Kft.
I remember exactly **our first meeting with the refrigerator on the 3rd floor**. **My first impression was it is small but cute.** When I opened it I was impressed. It was **shining and there were 4 different kinds of milk in it**. I did **not even think there is much more in it than being a normal refrigerator.**
Weeks passed and I **started to hear rumours.** There was a case when **a TΓΊrΓ³ Rudi disappeared from it**, and there was another case when a **full packet of ham and cheese disappeared** without any clue. I even heard a story when **there was a sticky note on the food with the name of Alan on it, but by the next day (no it was not the weekend cleaning) it was gone.**
DISCLAIMER: In order **to protect the safety of our hero's loved ones**, I have** changed his name to Alan.**
But as you might already know in case you** read my** [**The Mistery Of The Supposedly Red β€ Emoji AKA The Story Of How I Became A Software Developer Detective To Debug The Internet**](https://mszeles.com/the-mistery-of-the-supposedly-red-emoji-aka-the-story-of-how-i-became-a-software-developer-detective-to-debug-the-internet) **writing**, you already know **I really love detective stories**. I **highly recommend reading it** it is only **17 minutes long**. I promise, **you won't regret it**, but **if yes, just come back here and shout madly in the comment section. π**
So I **leave here a clue** for you:
DISCLAIMER END
**I was quite a sceptic** in the beginning. It is such a **nice refrigerator**, **it cannot be true it steals our food**. I thought **maybe Alan put his food in the other fridge**, or **he has blackouts during which he eats his food** not remembering anything afterwards.
I remember **we were talking with Alan** while we were bringing in our daily confectionery portion into our bodies. I admit **he made a mistake** here. He **only ate half of his Hungarian Sponge Cake**, actually **he could learn from me** as **I always eat every bit of my cake**. Let's forgive this to him for now.
While we were talking **he recalled a story when his food mysteriously disappeared from the refrigerator**. In order **to prevent it from happening again, he picked up his fork and mixed the cake till it became an ugly dollop.**
He **put it back in the refrigerator** and we **continued working** till we went home.
We usually **come early in the morning and have a coffee together** where we **talk about life work and everything else**. But **this occasion was different**.** I will never forget his face what I saw in the morning, it has been burnt into me for an eternity. I just hope nobody has to see that face again. A tragedy happened. **
**The Ugly Dollop Hungarian Sponge Cake Has Disappeared.**
That was the moment when **I started to believe in the urban legends of the refrigerator**. One week came after the other and **I heard more similar stories**. **People were trying to guess how it is possible so many things are disappearing from this small but cute refrigerator on the 3rd floor.**
Then **I suddenly enlightened**. I found **the only possible answer** for the situation.
**There Must Be A Black Hole In This Small But Cute Refrigerator.**
There's **no other potential explanation.** I was sure, **somewhere in the universe, there is a place which is full of half-eaten sandwiches, cakes and of course "TΓΊrΓ³ Rudi".** It must be **completely similar to the black hole which sucks every half pair of socks.** "**Billions of socks have been lost since the dawn of time β but only ever one, never a pair**".
Actually, I found a **workaround to the problem of the missing socks.** I've **ordered 50 pairs of black socks from Amazon**, so I, not just **don't have to worry about losing some**, but I **do not have to pair them at all.**
But let's get back to our story. We were **standing there, completely shocked**. We had **no idea what to do**. **Alan tried to convince me there might be other explanations for the situation than just the black hole, but I was adamant.** **Using Occam's Razor there can be no other explanation as my idea was the simplest one.**
I am sad to tell you that this **mystery is still unsolved** up till now. So **to be on the safe side we told Alan to put a huge amount of laxative liquid into his food next time. I can just hope he won't forget about it. That would be quite unpleasant recognition for him.**
Next time, **when you open our small but cute refrigerator on the 3rd floor**, and you **see some food with the name Alan** on it, **or with any name**, **or any food without a name**, please **feel some empathy towards me**. **I honestly never ever ever ever ever want to see that face again.**
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