Our laundry room is in the basement of our building and becomes the landing place for all unwanted items from people's apartments: clothing, books, CD's, knick knacks, even the occasional small appliance. Well a new find was waiting on the table when we went down to do laundry the other day: a couple of boxes of Pop-Tarts.
Mmmm.... Pop-Tarts... blech.
Hey I like a Pop-Tart as much as the next guy, but really? You are going to leave Pop-Tarts in the laundry room? Like, While you're perusing the discarded books, have a snack! Well to my dismay, the culprit did appear to have a taker. Both boxes had been opened, and in one of the open boxes one of the individual wrappers had been opened and a pop tart had been removed. So one remained in the open wrapper. To which I say- REALLY? You're going to leave an open Pop-Tart in the laundry room, inviting ants and who knows what other vermin into- let me repeat- the LAUNDRY ROOM? It's bad enough you ate a random Pop-Tart from God knows where, but don't drag the rest of us into your poor snacking decisions.
3 comments:
mmmm...pop tarts. Maybe it was me.
No, these were the frosted kind... not butter and sugar or whatever you used to put on them.
Tmi Jay, but sometimes I throw away food so that I don't consume other-wordly portion sizes. So maybe this person has that quirk? And figured, maybe someone else will want this?
Just sayin.
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