Pickled Ponderances

[mackinzie]

My relationship with pickles is a love an hate one. I love them, but they appearently hate me.

Cases in Point:

1.)My trip to El Paso.

I went to Quiznos with my friend and his mom. Naturally I grabbed a lot of pickles to eat. I decided I was going to eat them on the ride home so I put them in my purse. Bad idea. The lid doesn't go on as tight as you think it does. Pickle juice spilled everywhere and the purse still smells like pickles even after three months. Not bad, but it still doesn't smell normal.

2.)The Veggie bin in the fridgerator.

This afternoon, on my way to work, I go to grab some apples and caramel sauce (yummy yummy I might add) from the veggie bin. I'd put a jar of pickles in there because there was no more room anywhere else (and to hide it from my nephews, who like pickles too). What happened? The lid wasn't put on tight enough and all the juice spilled out everywhere. No wonder the tea tastes vaguely of pickles. *cringe* Luckily, the apples and caramel were sealed tight. The box they were in, however, didn't fare so well. I think it absorbed all the juice.

*shakes head* Alas, alas. Why?

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