I live with two roommates who take food way too seriously. Everything in the fridge has a note, milk, yogurt, eggs, as if we’re in some kind of evidence locker instead of a regular apartment. One even wrote a full warning on the milk about his “weekly grocery budget,” complete with an angry face.

I couldn’t stop laughing. The fridge is shared, not a vault, so I’ll sneak a little milk or a spoonful of yogurt now and then, nothing major.

The funniest part is when they start arguing about who used what. They stand in the kitchen blaming each other while I just sit there pretending to be confused. Honestly, the drama is more entertaining than the snacks.