It is so not cool, too.
Spoon in hand, I was enjoying a delightful breakfast: Jar of Peanut Butter. This joy was fleeting because I got to the bottom of the jar, scraped up the sides, and realized... there's at least a full ounce, maybe 2, of peanut butter that is impossible to access.
Who should I start addressing that sternly worded letter to??
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