Not that the ice cream was super exceptional or anything, but maybe it was a rough day, the worst, perhaps you were fired from your job… with no warning and no severance pay.
As your packing a box full of your cds and sketches on scraps of paper while cramming as many pens and office supplies as you can, one happy thought crosses your mind. You grab onto this thought, of the pint of caramel ice cream on the top shelf in your freezer, thinking of it all the way home. “How nice it will be to veg out watching the Simpsons and finish that ice cream off.” you think.
But of course it never works that way. The same roommates that keep eating EVERY SINGLE BAG of Have’a Corn Chips and finish up all your Odwella Orange Juice must have had the same happy thought you had and beat you to the ice cream.
So, blah blah blah, here’s the point… I noticed something weird in my fridge recently, I bought a half gallon of Lucama ice cream recently and it’s remained untouched. Actually, they must have tried some of it, but I guess they just didn’t like it. So I laid out a plan, I washed the container and taped a piece manilla paper over the clear window to make it appear to still be full of the freezer-burned ice cream.
Sometimes when dealing with roommates, you gotta be crafty.