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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/AppropriateRip9996 on 2024-05-27 22:22:09+00:00.
We were going camping 40 years ago. We had a pop up trailer with a built in mini fridge with a sink and cook top. My dad said, "put these beers in the fridge."
I took the beers. I don't remember exactly, but I think it was a 12 pack of long neck glass bottles. I opened the fridge and put the beers in. They didn't all fit. I put them all upright. I guaranteed that the door could close and that none would fall out when you opened the fridge. There were some in the door where condiments go. It was pretty full. I reported back.
They were angry when they heard that they didn't all fit. They commanded that I go back and put ALL the beers in the fridge and not to come back until that was done.
Could the beers be on their side with the fridge door still closing and I could stack them up? No. Could I put beers that are upside down with the beers that are right side up? It wasn't stable. I worked at it for a while since I didn't have a time limit. I like geometry. I'm good at math. I like puzzles. Still, it could not be done. I was satisfied that volume of the beer challenged the volume of the fridge and that there were possible alternative unstable stacking methods that could get some more bottles in there, but woe to anyone who opened the fridge because the cascade of beers would be impressive. Feeling confident I reported back that the request could not be done.
They were enraged. It strikes my adult self that I should have just reported victory and hid the other beers somewhere else in the camper until there was room in the fridge. Maybe I should have drank the ones that didn't fit... I was young though. Didn't think of that. They were so mad. I had to go back and fit them ALL in the fridge.
Okay then. I went for an unstable arrangement of beers and worked at it for sometime until I could just slam the door closed in time to form a seal.
Eventually they opened the boobytrapped door. The camper was not level. As the door opened the beers all rolled out of the fridge in a rush for the open door of the camper like salmon jumping free when the dam is released, but they crashed in pools of broken glass and beer on rocks. My dad caught a few like an Alaskan bear on the river. He got like two in each mitt.
I expected to be yelled at again, but no. Strangely the worst of it was reporting the news that they didn't fit and not the aftermath of the great beer migration.