Plastic Containers of Doom…
Somewhere the queen of vacuum seal fresh ware looks down at me from upon her mountaintop and chuckles...her name is Tupperuannia.
She has horns and a crown and carries a trident and smirks as she stares down at frightened men and fathers everywhere. She knows we don’t have a clue about such things and it one of the special skills that separates you women from those of us that cannot operate such complex puzzles and machines. It shouldn’t be so hard to find a lid that fits this bowl, but it has to be somewhere in this cabinet and I am going to find it if it kills me. Ten minutes ago my wife on gave me a simple task which involved putting spaghetti into a plastic bowl and to find the lid that fits it. Then using my god given skills as a dad and a husband, I would snap the top in place (ensuring a vacuum seal for freshness) and put the blasted thing in the refrigerator. If my wife finishes the dishes and I am still struggling with this lid thing I am going to feel like a buffoon again because I can’t match a plastic cup and a lid.
Somewhere in the land of women and storage utensils they have specialized training camp where a blindfolded subject can sequence a series of various sizes of bowls and lids in mere seconds. In another room a woman spins 25 plastic lids on wooden poles and then stacks them from largest to smallest while juggling flaming chainsaws and riding a unicycle. In yet another room two women float on the water with plastic bowls strapped to their feet and smack each other with a padded jousting pole. The final test is when the queen herself has the pupil balance 15 vacuum sealed plastic containers filled with various goulashes, casseroles and sauces and does cartwheels on rice paper through a flaming hoop.
Be patient with us ladies...we are not trained in such things. Some of them are blue and some are green, some are square and some are round. I don’t know what this translucent, rectangular piece is, but it looks expensive and I promise not to touch it again. I should have known better, of course it won’t fit on this round bowl, but I was getting confused and I knew you were about to growl at me again and hit me with your spatula. I didn’t mean to take all 87 bowls and lids out. I will put them back if you remind me how you had them organized. I promise I am trying really hard here.
I am sorry honey...you take over here; I am going to get started on the laundry!
