So, I was going through my little fridge today to see if there was anything that needed throwing out, since I'll be moving soon, and I came across this jar:



It appeared to be a jar that was in the back of the fridge for far too long, and not only got cold, but became quite frozen.



VERY frozen!



Oh man, when the... wha? When did I buy these olives? When did I last go to the supermarket?



Deeming them inedible, I threw them away.

Later, Mr Scuffles was asking me about the olives in the back of the fridge.

"Wha? I threw them out."

Apparently, the olives in the back of the fridge weren't olives I had bought from The Co-operative Food shop on Caledonian Road months ago, but rather an experimental cryogenics project Mr Scuffles was running. The olives had paid to be frozen in the back of my fridge in order to attain 'eternal youth' at some undetermined time in the future where they can be awakened by advanced futuristic technology, and be freshly-plucked from the olive trees once more.

Mr Scuffles was even paid for this lucrative scheme, although when he showed me the money, I said, "Eh? That's it?"



"They're olives, what do you expect?"

"But that looks like my laundry money... and that the change I had left over from my last trip back to the States...."

"I don't know how olives get their money. I just take it."



Ah well. Poor olives. The only future for them will be winding up on the sidewalk of Holloway Road to be picked up by the garbage workers.