Dear Plastic Food Containers
Dear Plastic Food Containers,
I would like to commend you on how well you do your job. You hold my food in nice travel appropriate manner. You also are easy to clean, but a shout out to the dishwasher is appropriate here. Overall, when you are working you are a wonderful thing. At this point I must apologize for sometimes leaving you in the fridge for much too long to the point where that Mac & Cheese looks more like a science experiment. That can't be fun.
However, you are often baffling. You present almost the exact problem that you solve. While you are great at storing things, you on the other hand, are a nightmare to store. You rarely stack nicely with other storage containers; don't you like the purple lid?. You seem to taunt me when the only lid that I need has been somehow swallowed by a wormhole and won't return to this universe until next Tuesday when I no longer need that lid. If I do happen to find the lid I need it seems as if it has shifted to the bottom of an oddly precarious pile of other containers. Why do you hate me? Is it the science experiment? Is it the dark interior of the cabinet?
With that said. I promise to be better about not growing anything in you if you promise to help me solve your storage issue.
Yours Truly,
Me
I would like to commend you on how well you do your job. You hold my food in nice travel appropriate manner. You also are easy to clean, but a shout out to the dishwasher is appropriate here. Overall, when you are working you are a wonderful thing. At this point I must apologize for sometimes leaving you in the fridge for much too long to the point where that Mac & Cheese looks more like a science experiment. That can't be fun.
However, you are often baffling. You present almost the exact problem that you solve. While you are great at storing things, you on the other hand, are a nightmare to store. You rarely stack nicely with other storage containers; don't you like the purple lid?. You seem to taunt me when the only lid that I need has been somehow swallowed by a wormhole and won't return to this universe until next Tuesday when I no longer need that lid. If I do happen to find the lid I need it seems as if it has shifted to the bottom of an oddly precarious pile of other containers. Why do you hate me? Is it the science experiment? Is it the dark interior of the cabinet?
With that said. I promise to be better about not growing anything in you if you promise to help me solve your storage issue.
Yours Truly,
Me