Today my wife asked me to find her a cold Coke. I went into the garage, into the little bar fridge we had before we got the real fridge in February. I thought my brother was using it, but I thought maybe he had a Coke in there he wouldn’t mind me giving her. The food possession rules get stretched a little when someone’s pregnant.
It looks like he thought I was using the fridge. My stuff is still in there. Thankfully, I threw out the nasty perishables before we moved the fridge. But I did find a few beers (I don’t drink anymore, but they’re probably still good), and a 500 mL milk carton, dated February 17th. It was the “Coffee Creamer” type, which I think is 5.5% milk fat or something like that. I peaked inside. I can see why it doesn’t stink. The entire thing is a giant block. I may have just created cheese. I’m not going to try to make a sandwich with it, though.
I put it back in the fridge. Some things should just be left in peace. I’ll wait until next garbage day to open that fridge again.