The Disputed Refrigerator

To store some herbal teas, I set up a mini-fridge right in my cubicle.

A colleague, fresh off maternity leave, asked if she could chill her freshly pumped breast milk in it.

"Easy peasy," I said, agreeing without a second thought. She was thrilled.

The next morning, she shot me a message in the company Slack, urgently summoning me to the hospital.

Her toddler had a case of diarrhea, and she blamed my 'defective' fridge for spoiling the milk. She demanded I cover the medical expenses and losses.

Annoyed, I replaced the mini-fridge with a larger one—accessible to everyone but her.