The potato salad I like to buy from Walmart Neighborhood Market has a problem. Its really noisy to peel off the plastic wrap from the top.
Its not a problem when its opened in the middle of the day. However, it is at 2 a.m. when I'm trying to have some as a late night snack.
Anthony was having trouble falling asleep tonight. So, to keep from waking him, I just opened the potato salad in the bathroom.
This is a moment that reminds me of being a teenager when the bathroom was a secret masturbation spot. Water running, fan going, all to mask what seemed like the noisiest thing that could possibly be done in the bathroom.
Mission accomplished. Potato salad was opened and Anthony is still asleep.
Living with someone is usually wonderful. Except when its 2 a.m. and desperation plus an empty stomach collide.