My flat has a kitchen, and this kitchen has two freezers and a fridge, shared by 6 people. Don't ask me why there are more freezers than fridges, because I am puzzled myself. Anybody who buys groceries will tell you you need more fridge space than freezer space, and almost all fridges are made that way. So problem 1 is, there isn't enough fridge space for the 6 of us.
Which brings me to problem 2. Since there isn't enough fridge space, I can only buy a week's worth of groceries every time I hit the local supermarket. And even then, I have to consider what's the most space saving alternative. So that means anything with unwieldy packaging is out, which is quite a lot of stuff. It also means that I have to sacrifice buying any desserts because I need the fridge space for the essentials.
And now, there is a problem 3, which is the worst of the lot. Some bloody rat is pinching food. A week back I lost a microwaved meal from the freezer, which I decided was probably due to a mix up. This week, I lost a whole packet of stir fry, and it pisses me off bad because there was 2 days worth of veg in there. I only cook on the 5 weekdays, so 2 days less of veg means I go hungry on 2 days out of 5, because the canteen is closed in the evenings so there's no dinner unless you cook or eat out. And I still don't know who drank a whole pint of milk out of my 6 pint bottle, because it just vanished.
There's no way I can catch this sneaky bastard because I have lessons and I'm not always hanging around the kitchen. One solution would be to label the stuff that is mine, but it appears this person pinches everyone's stuff because Fiona just told me she lost a bag of chips too. So the only solution is to buy more food so that when it gets pinched, I still have enough to eat. BUT, the fridge doesn't have enough space. Its a freaking catch 22. So whoever that asshole is pinching my food is effectively making me hungry every week, and I can't do a shit about it, because the supermarket is far so I can't replenish immediately when stuff goes missing. You know how that feels?
Well, it makes me feel like eating ice cream. But I can't buy ice cream because there isn't enough space, and buying ice cream is just rolling out the red carpet for the rat to pinch it. Maybe I should put laxatives in the ice cream. The next time my food goes missing, I'm going to buy ice cream and spike it. Die you dirty rat.