March 28, 2007 7:55 pm

Yogurt Theivery

You know how people always have those stupid jokes or anecdotes about what dips men are? How they always leave the toilet seat up, or leave hair in the soap, or drink all the milk save for one sip and still put the carton back in the refrigerator? I have never really found those funny because, well, Daniel’s not like that. He’s very good about all of those things, and is probably far more considerate than I in most areas. For the most part, he does not have those obnoxious habits.

As previously mentioned, I like having vanilla yogurt for breakfast. Daniel doesn’t usually eat breakfast, or if he does it’s something like toast or cereal. This morning, in a rush to get out the door, I was going to pack some yogurt in my lunch bag to have at work instead of trying to eat it at home. I grabbed a container, opened the fridge, and grabbed the yogurt.

I thought it felt a bit light, but when I took the lid off I definitely did not expect to see what I saw. There was maybe, maybe one bite left, possibly two if you wanted to scrape all the stuff off the sides of the carton. ONE. BITE. It was in the refrigerator like that, with one measly bite left, and it was my only hope for breakfast.

Admittedly, I have polished off my fair share of yogurt. I do not, however, theive other people’s yogurt without telling them and then leave one stupid bite left in the container. *

I brought the offending container out to Daniel in the living room and he looked sheepish as soon as he saw me with it. “I thought I told you!” he said. Nope.

I suppose now I can commisserate with the people who tell those anecdotes, because DAMN is that annoying to only have one bite left of something you were expecting to be able to eat.

Also, just for the record, I did end up getting breakfast (a hastly wolfed down bowl of Cinnamon Life) and Daniel brought yogurt home with him from work today, so all is well. :)

* We have kind of an unspoken agreement when we buy food we know the other is likely to eat all on their own. You don’t eat it unless you have to, and you just mention something like, “Hey, I ate your [insert food here] this morning, we can get more tonight if you want.” A quick sidenote to say “Don’t expect to have this food in the morning when you are rushed.”

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3 Comments

  • callie says:

    Well, at least you have the unspoken agreement. If there is any sort of food we’ve bought that I’m really looking forward to, if I don’t pounce on it in the first three days it will be gone. None left behind for me. And no “oh, I’m sorry, we’ll get some more soon.” It’s more like “well it’s your own damned fault for not jumping on that shit!” So I’ve taken to hiding things in the back of the fridge or cupboard if I want it later. :grin:

  • Lew says:

    A fair point. But I’ve never seen what the problem is with leaving the toilet seat up. Why is it so inconvenient for a woman to have to put it down, and yet perfectly acceptable for a guy to have to lift it up. What’s the difference? At least you gals have gravity on your side. Sorry, rant over.

  • Melissa says:

    Aww, haha! :grin: That is quite sweet of him to be so considerate and to bring you yogurt home after work! :star: