A Subjective Opinion on Broccoli and Oxygen

...I'm not prone to sharing opinions on subjective matters. You say potaito, I say potato, and I'll enjoy the fact that you say it differently than I do. Eventually, I'll probably like the way you say it better.
But I do have an opinion today. An opinion that bears no eternal significance, but I feel strongly about it none-the-less.
We have a community fridge at work where I keep my coffee creamer and others keep their cold lunches. Someone must be on a great diet! It's always packed with ziplocs full of vegetables.
...Broccoli.
Broccoli...I don't know what it is about broccoli, but it takes less than a week for its scent to invade and conquer any freshness and cleanliness your refrigerator once had. Do you know what I'm talking about?
Today, I had to hold my breath while I removed the ziploc of broccoli from in front of my poor, suffocating coffee creamer to use it. I imagine my creamer was relieved to have gotten a chance to get a breath of fresh air. I felt bad I had to put her back in the odorous cavern of a refrigeration device.
I hate to spell it out for you, as I think I've already made my opinion clear. But, just in case:
I don't think there should be ziploc-stored broccoli aloud in a community fridge, unless you can provide oxygen masks for all fellow fridge-sharing members and coffee creamers that live in the back of the fridge.
Simple? I thought so.