Well the transit strike is officially yesterday’s and the day before’s news. My last morning of “telecommuting” saw me watch Supersize Me followed by D3: The mighty Ducks (I’m a sucker for The Flying V). Now I have to get ready for Kris Kringle: 2005, which I’m hosting tonight.
In preparation for the party, I did a little straightening up. (You’d be
amazed pretty unfazed by how much filth can build up when a person basically stays in their house for three days straight.)
While people commended me for my tidy apartment, and I’ve admitted in the past that I’m a bit of a neat freak, it turns out I’m a bit of the old “closet gross.”
I was cleaning out some stuff in my kitchen and I came across the canister in which I store my baking flour. Note that I bought this canister and filled it when I first moved into my second Manhattan apartment back in 2002.
Backstory: A few months ago I was at my friend James’ apartment for a party. I went into the freezer for some ice and saw a bag of flour in there. I immediately made fun of him (something along the lines of getting old and forgetting where things went – it wasn’t my best joke). He tried to explain to me that if you don’t keep flour cold, over time it can somehow “develop” these little worms. I was drunk so I of course disregarded everything he was saying and continued to laugh at my own bad jokes.
Flash forward to 10 minutes ago when I open my flour canister for the first time in probably a year and a half.
I think I speak for all of us when I say, “That’s the grossest thing I’ve seen all day.”
I think the worst part of it all is that Ikea got to me SO BAD that I honestly believed I needed a flip-top canister full of flour in my kitchen. FOR THREE AND A HALF YEARS! I’m a pawn of corporate America and I have worms in my flour to prove it.