I’m Addicted.

They’re just too goddam fucking handy. You can put all sorts of shit in there. Granola, crackers, sandwiches…

And don’t even get me started on the little half-size ones. Holy Cow, those are a serious contribution. Pull one out for those half-eaten burritos, your odd-shaped chunks of parmesan cheese…Whatever!

You know those tiny little tomato sauce cans…what do you do when you use only half of it?

Stick it in the fridge as is? HELL no.

Put it in a Tupperware? What’re you, NUTS?!

No no, Stupid. Stick the whole little can, standing up, in a Ziploc. It's Freakin’ Genius!!

How do I know this is an addiction? Well, because I’ve been confronted, and I’m aware that I can’t help myself.

Plus, right after I take a chicken breast and watch yellow and blue make green, I get this glazed over, euphoric sensation all over my body. This is followed by a deep low, where all I can think about is how to create more leftovers.

Oh Ziploc. Why you so good to me, and bad for me at the same time.