I used one of those titles that will repel at least half the population and intrigue the rest.
I recently moved from a place I’d rented just over a year to another, several blocks away. Friends helped me transfer everything, including the contents of my cupboards and ‘fridge. I’ve always followed the FIFO rule (first in, first out), so I defrosted a package of lunchmeat yesterday and ate two slices.
This morning, I noticed today it was marked “Best before July 9, 2008.”
I didn’t move here until 2009.
I live in Michigan, just north of the Indiana border. There are families here who can’t afford to pay for heat, let alone rent. Some live in homes with dirt floors.
Despite the $3.50 price tag on the package, (which I’m sure I bought on sale in the past few months, as I’m the Queen of the Bargain Bin), I can’t bring myself to eat more, even if I boil it in soup for hours, which I typically do with marked-down meat and the contents of dented cans.
I’m buying a dozen eggs from the manager of the video store, instead.