McConfused.

In the break room refrigerator:
No, that is not the new, low-calorie McCafe invisiblé . It is four slightly milky ice cubes in a dirty cup. In the refrigerator, so soon it will be a small, slightly milky puddle of water in a dirty cup. What the fucking fuckity fuck fuck?
Even without the process of elimination (there is no one else here today), it would be pretty obvious that this is the work of the Vietnamese delegate. I only wish that I wasn't leaving early, so I could see him take home the empty cup at the end of the day. Presumably after he has licked the precious remnants of caramel-like liquid substance off the lid.

I thought it was just allergies.

The whole way to work this morning, the PRL delegate's left eye felt weird. The contact lens was uncomfortable, and she was constantly poking at it and rubbing her eye. Upon arrival at the workplace, she dripped a few drops of solution into it, to flush out any particulates, and to try and hydrate it. She took it out, rinsed it, and put it back in. But that was to no avail. She closed her right eye, and focused with the left. She closed the left eye and focused with her right. Both eyes focused, but not at the same distance. Everything was blurry from one eye when the other was clear, and clear when the other was focused. And it still felt like there was something stuck in there. She moved it around with her fingers, and winked her way through several conversations with coworkers until she gave up, took it out, and rubbed it with lens cleaning solution.

That's when one lens separated into two. A third lens was in her unaffected right eye. So where did the third contact come from? It is a mystery. A mystery that is currently sitting in a tiny polystyrene beaker (for lack of a contact lens case).

Expect to see breakthroughs on spontaneous mitosis of hydrophillic contact lenses in the near future.