Sympathies.
During the in-office piss-up we had when I was leaving a job in the 70s, a friend gave me a big packet of scampi "because you'll probably not feel like cooking much else after this". It was early in the evening, though, so it was still hot, and the only fridge in the office was in the manager's office, so he being absent we shoved the packet in there.
Little did we know that the fridge was only intended to cool drinks for visitors and was switched off by a timer overnight and at weekends. The following week, I heard later, the boss was off in Frankfurt, so when he came back and his secretary finally opened the fridge to serve drinks at a meeting with visitors...