We assembled a crack squad of me, Nick, and Elias and made
a rousing trip to Trader Joe’s. Thing is, when you buy groceries, you have to
then put those groceries away. Naturally, Elias decided that his “space” was
occupied, so he moved some mystery Ziploc containers to a different section of the fridge.
Predictably, this was Gene’s, and his return home after a long day of work and
going to a concert was met with the distress that can only come from hidden
groceries or an unplanned pregnancy.
- “Who the fuck does he think he is?”
- “Does he think he owns the fridge?”
- “I’m going to put this shit on his bed.”
Luckily, Robby and I were here to witness this sleep
deprivation-inspired meltdown and have the perfect forum to document it.
But seriously, Elias come home, there is garlic bread dough rising in your pillow case.
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