The hubs pulls out one of this Greek yogurt containers.
Austin: Oops, this one has an expiration date of May sixth.
Me: Well, that’s only a couple weeks. Yogurt is like wine, the cultures have more time to grow. Should be okay.
Austin, a few minutes later: It tastes okay. Now, if I fall on the floor, writhing in pain—
Me: We have lunch with X. We’d have to cancel.
Austin: You’d go without me.
Me: You’re right. I would.
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