I work in a warehouse with a shared kitchen facility. And this lovely man, who works for the business next to mine, keeps the above snacks in the fridge. At LEAST 97.38% of the time. Like, I can basically guarantee that when I walk up there on Tuesday mornings, fresh packs will await me.
Now, I’m a believer in all things peanut butter. But I just can’t help smirking every time I open the fridge because it’s totally, 100%, “Old Man PB&J.”
And I am 100% delighted by it.
Old men are adorable. True Story.
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