
Mike, a neighbor of ours, went on a smelt fishing trip with
his friends in Northern Wisconsin. The guys all stayed in a
cabin together and had to fend for themselves for their
meals.
Tom, one of the men on the trip, volunteered to prepare the
smelt for dinner. Everyone agreed. Later that evening, a
big, deep bowl of smelt was brought to the table for
everyone to enjoy.
When Mike took his first bite he thought it tasted strange.
When he looked around the table he could see that everyone
else was thinking the same thing. Not wanting to insult
their friend and his cooking, and seeing that the beer was
flowing pretty freely, they shrugged their shoulders and
finished off the whole bowl.
Tom, glad to see that the first round of smelt was gone,
proceeded to bring another full bowl to the table.
A few of the guys exchanged glances and finally Mike, who
couldn't contain himself any longer, said, "Tom, I
appreciate you making this meal. But I have to tell you--
this is the WORST tasting smelt I've ever eaten!" All
the others around the table agreed.
Perplexed, Tom said, "I can't understand it. I used to
watch my mom make this all the time when I was growing up.
I'm sure I did what she always does. First I rinsed the
smelt, then I dipped them in the buttermilk. I then coated
them in the flour. And finally, I fried them up."
After a brief pause, Jack, the owner of the cabin said,
"Wait a minute! We don't have any flour!"
Tom said, "Sure you do. It's in the cabinet above the
kitchen sink."
Jack said, "Show me."
All the guys followed Tom into the kitchen. He opened the
kitchen cabinet door and said, "Look, it's right there
in that white bag."
Jack, suddenly getting a sickening look on his face,
exclaimed "Tom, that's NOT flour -- that's TILE
GROUT!"
Mike related this
true story to us one night at a
neighborhood party. As you can imagine, everyone in the room
nearly fell off their chairs laughing. Thank goodness,
nobody got sick and Mike now has a very funny story to
tell.
Now, as you know, I have to relate everything back to
organizing, because it's just in my nature.
First, I wondered why the tile grout was being stored in a
kitchen cabinet in the first place. It should have been
stored with other household repair items.
Second, because the tile grout was not properly labeled, it
was mistaken for flour. Thank goodness this story didn't end
tragically with someone getting seriously ill.
Household compounds, when taken out of their original
packaging and put into canisters, containers or bags, could
easily be mistaken for something else--like food.
When storing something, always keep safety in mind. For
instance, you may have to store something you would normally
keep in a lower cabinet such as detergent, a bit higher when
you have young children in the house. Be wary of storing
very heavy items on top shelves. If they fall off the shelf,
they may injure someone. Take the time to think of the best
place to store.
Most important -- CLEARLY LABEL anything that may be
mistaken for something else, or just so you know what it is
in the future. It's always better to be safe, than
sorry.
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