Stressed out again
It’s kind of pathetic how something as simple as spaghetti can get me so on edge.
My father, insensitive jerk that he is, walked in and shouted at me for taking pasta out of one of the tubes used to keep things dry to put some biscuits in there instead.
Had he stayed in the room, and thought highly unlikely, listened to reason, he might have heard the following explanation:
The biscuits I had found in home bargains (a local supermarket) were the same kind I had sometimes had as a child (it was lucky I’d found them, they were on the top shelf and I only saw them in passing.) and I therefore knew that if you left them outside a container for even a few days they went soft really fast ( I was planning to put them in the biscuit barrel but it was full). Now, the packets were about half the size I remember them being so I was expecting to get through things quite quickly and in a few days, the spaghetti would have been back in the barrel. Now, I’m no expert on spaghetti but my experience with pasta is that a few days in moisture isn’t going to do any damage as pasta tends to be boiled in water anyway. However, my dads logic concludes that anything worth bitching about is worth noticing and making a big deal about it.
Well, writing this makes me feel I’ll keep from going homicidal for a while longer. So long readers of the future.
Afterthought: High volume, late night Flogging Molly calms me down too.
