Probiotic Fail
5 December 2008 | 2:47 PM
Ahh, Sundance. Here I am, making at least a veiled attempt to nobly eat something nominally considered to be healthy (not to mention it’s all I can afford because the beverage I am forced to purchase due to my addiction is so freaking expensive). To that end, I’ve just purchased a small container of yogurt yoghurt, pre-mixed with fruit and with a hefty patch of granola suspended above it within its domed lid. We’ve all seen this food packaged this way – there’s a hole in the center of the domed lid which allows the diner to plunge their spoon into the concoction in order to mix it up properly and then, ultimately, eat it. Makes perfect sense. Except for the fact that the spoon is too large to fit through the lid:
Ultimately, there is no way to eat this tasty treat without dumping all of the granola all over the place, making me look even more socially inept than I already am as a baseline. And so I shall ask for a bowl from the comely barista or, short of that, I will smuggle this home and eat it later. Anyway, in case you’re scoring at home (and if so, congratulations!), that would be: Container 1, Andy 0.
Posted by Andy in Fail
This is where former Eagle Scouts (like me) get to laugh at you. For if—like a proper gentleman—you had your trusty swiss army knife available, widening the hole for spoon access would be a trivial operation.
We both know I was never secure enough in my sexuality to matriculate through Boy Scouts and Eagle Scouts – I pretty much peaked as a Webelos.
And while I gave up carrying around the Swiss Army knife around the same time I gave up Capri Sun, Steinberger basses and my Executioner skateboard, I will admit that I used to tool around town with a Leatherman Tool. Unfortunately, after an unfortunate left-in-coat-pocket run-in with TSA about five years ago, I lost said Leatherman and have reverted to my hapless, feeble, former self in cafe settings. Tragic, really.
And I’m not secure enough with my sexuality to have ever played a Steinberger Bass. So there you go.