I swear that I am not making up the following:
I was watching some lame sci-fi series on Netflix or Hulu or Amazon called The Dome or Under the Dome or something like that because I ran out of Walking Dead episodes to watch.
So the premise of the series is this: some town in the midwest or thereabouts named Chesters Mill suddenly and mysteriously becomes enclosed in this impenetrable transparent dome. The dome is truly impenetrable (at least for the first season). Absolutely no one can either get in or get out.
So there’s this family passing through Chesters Mill en route to their holiday destination when the dome appears. They are now stuck in Chesters Mill. The family consists of a lesbian couple and their surly pseudo-delinquent adolescent daughter. One of the moms has (you guessed it) Type 1 D. (They don’t specify type, but you know it’s Type 1 because only Type 1’s use insulin, right?
) I guess Mom didn’t follow the rules and she neglected to pack at least two times the amount of everything she might need while on holiday. So she runs out of insulin. An important thing to remember at this point in my synopsis is that not only can Mom not get out of Chesters Mill, but the residents of Chesters Mill who were out of town when the dome appeared cannot get back in. Fortunately for Mom, someone remembers that this kid named Johnny G. who lives in Chesters Mill has D, but no one can recall whether he and his family were inside or outside of Chesters Mill when the dome appeared. So the surly daughter and a few other teens who want to experience the thrill of B & E walk over to Johnny G.'s house during the day to see if there’s any insulin on the premises. The G. family’s car is not in their driveway. No one answers after they repeatedly knock on the front door and ring the doorbell. So they boldly walk around to the back door, noisily break a window in order to unlock the back door, and walk inside. One teen says, “You check the living room, you check the dining room, you check the downstairs bathroom, you check the laundry room, and I’ll check the kitchen. Everyone meet back in the kitchen in 10 minutes, and if no one has found Johnny G.'s insulin, we’ll split up and check upstairs.” 10 television minutes elapse, and everyone meets back in the kitchen. No one has found any insulin. The surly daughter is nearly in tears and says, “Did you look everywhere? Did you check every single drawer? Did you check under every piece of furniture? Did you check in the pockets of all the coats in the closets?” She turns to the kid who was assigned the kitchen and says, “Did you check the fridge?” He gets this sheepish look on this face and immediately starts looking at his own two feet. The surly girl rolls her eyes, yanks open the fridge door and snatches two vials of insulin from (you guessed it!) the butter compartment. Unfortunately, not one minute later Johnny G. comes down the stairs, still in his PJ’s, rubbing his eyes and says, “What are you guys doing?” If memory serves, surly daughter hands Johnny G. one vial of his insulin but hides the second vial in her fist behind her back, and the teens leave. Long story short, Mom eventually runs out of the insulin that she was never told was stolen from Johnny G. and she dies. We never hear anything more about Johnny G.
So there’s your proof that everyone everywhere keeps their insulin in the butter compartment.
Post-script: I actually cried when that surly girl stole Johnny G.'s insulin and I cried when the Mom died. My daughter walked in the room and made fun of me for crying over a stupid TV show, and then she asked me what happened in the episode that made me cry. I lied and told her that someone’s dog died because the town was running out of food.