Following my son’s lead, my wife recently discovered a taste for yogurt. The difference is that she didn’t suddenly dislike it as soon as we bought it and brought it home. My wife found a different problem with her yogurt. The little single-serving plastic containers that are tapered at the opening vex her to no end.
WIFE: I love this yogurt, but this container is making me so angry. I can’t get to all the yogurt inside. Seriously, how do you get all the yogurt out?
ME: Maybe you need a smaller spoon.
WIFE: If my spoon were any smaller, I wouldn’t be able to taste the yogurt on it. Look at all that yogurt hiding under the lip. Why do these things need a lip anyway? It’s not like they have a real top on them. It’s just a stupid piece of aluminum foil.
ME: Maybe the lip is there to compensate for the lack of a real top.
WIFE: Look at me, scraping around the sides of this thing. It makes me feel poor, like I’m some hungry beggar who found an open yogurt container alongside the road. And here I am, digging for scraps. This is pitiful.
ME: I think you missed a little bit, down in that dark corner.
WIFE: Oh my gosh, digging around this container is making me so hungry. I need to go get another one.
ME: I think you’ve just discovered the answer to why they make you work so hard for it.
WIFE: How many of these do I have to go through before I feel like I’ve gotten my 60 cents worth of yogurt?
ME: You should write the company and tell them they owe you a coupon for free yogurt to make up for all of it you couldn’t dig out of the cup.
WIFE: Good idea. You write the letter. I’ll mail it when you’re done.
ME: Why can’t you write the letter?
WIFE: Can’t you see how busy I am here?