People at work think I'm a bit insane for writing on my jar of cherry salsa (gotten from Traverse City: Cherry Festival) "Nia's - Do Not Touch on Threat of Death". But damn it, you never know, it's Wal-mart.. people go into those fridges and eat un-named shit all the fucking time. I am just protecting my interests honestly. (They all think cherry salsa is wierd.. the no-taste nazi's.)
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