It’s midnight. I’m tired. I’m hungry.
My stomach is growling. I can’t get to sleep. Sigh…
I walk to the kitchen and open the refrigerator. I stand there and stare for what feels like hours. It’s a disparaging sight.
The top shelf consists of several condiments: ketchup, dijon mustard, a jar of dill pickles, mayonnaise and peanut butter . The bottom shelf contains a water pitcher, several slices of bread and a half bottle of Italian dressing, which appears to be solidifying before my eyes.
The cupboards are bare. The nearest pizza joint is closed. Not a lot options. What do I do? [click to continue...]
