dmAgent: "So, Postdoc B, what'd BigCheez have to say to you today"
PdB: "Huh. Now that you mention it this is the first time BigCheez has ever directly smiled at me..."
I don't really get the phenotype myself. My type of work doesn't really lend itself to the pathological hoarder of lab reagents. Apparently they are somewhat common though. You know the one. The lab member who orders stuff and then...well, hoards it. Won't give you any even though there's plenty on hand. Even though it'll take a few days to order some more (oh by the way it isn't exactly cheap, you know) and the lab colleague could get the experiment done this afternoon.
So what do you do?
Well, of course you are in a huge lab, so huge that the PI had to put an admin in charge of ordering, just to put a little bit of a bottle neck on flagrant wastage. The admin, of course, isn't supposed to (and can't) make decisions of scientific priority or deal with BadLabPartners. That's the PI's job. 'Course, he's out of town.
It's been awhile now and Postdoc A keeps promising to give some critical antibody to Postdoc B. Why not, it makes perfect sense. PdA orders about twenty times more antibody than anyone else... wtf is he doing, anyway? Everyone knows about the situation by now. It's been discussed in lab meeting for chrrissakes! PdA is going to give some antibody to PdB and some critical experiment will be performed. Everybody's happy. The PI is on board. Everyone's on board.
PdA keeps hoarding. And putting PdB off.
So one afternoon, things get a little heated in the bay. PdB is advancing his case, PdA is resisting. Language gets a little....advanced. PdB may have gotten a little, er, physioproffian.
PdA is incensed and ....slaps PdB! Game On! PdB punches PdA right in the face!
Next day, BigCheez returns from his latest trip out of town to find PdA with a big ol' shiner.