I’d like to drink Dr. Pepper and that’s where you come in. I have a quandary and in the spirit of reality shows like American Idol and Big Brother, it will be your votes that decide my fate. I will abide by whatever outcome is decided by your votes in the comments. I will tally the votes at 9 a.m. Wednesday and will then proceed and report back to you.
I work in an office that is shared by about a dozen people (for my Canadian and Australian friends, I don’t know what the metric equivalent of a dozen is, so just bear with me). Like most workplaces of this type we have a little room that serves as a staff kitchen with a sink, microwave and refrigerator. Inside this refrigerator, among the half-eaten leftover Chinese food and the Tupperware containers which appear to hold entire miniature alien cultures, is a single can. A can of Dr. Pepper. Like a wounded soldier, this lonely little can is lying on it’s side in the back, right corner of the top shelf. It has been laying there for at least two months. I’m fairly certain it’s not mine. Am I free to drink it without any qualms of conscience?