• Eaten out of house and home

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    We’ve been robbed.

    A few years ago, I bought a half-gallon of ice cream at a rather shady grocery store. When I got home and opened it, I discovered it was already half-eaten. And the plastic spoon was inside the carton. Ew. Thoroughly disgusted, I returned it to a clerk who eyed me with suspicion and asked how I knew I didn’t eat it. Trust me, I know. So now I had my money back and a good story to tell at parties, and I thought that was the end of it.

    Until tonight.

    I just opened a brand new pint of Cherry Garcia ice cream to discover it was already half-eaten. How do I know I didn’t eat it?
    1) I’ve been saving it for a special occasion, since I’m on a diet.
    2) I know He didn’t eat it because he hates cherries.
    3) The spoon marks inside are from a round-tipped spoon. Our spoons have more of a flat tip.
    4) There is a big hole dug in the middle of the ice cream. I NEVER dig holes in the ice cream, because that’s how ice crystals form and ruin the whole pint!

    So, in addition to the loss of my dessert, I have also now lost all faith in grocers. What are the odds of this happening twice? Oh God, why me! The worst part is that we are trying to cut grocery bills to save up for the wedding, so I can’t even justify a new pint. Le sigh.


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