full fridge

my father comes home with more unnecessary food and opens the fridge and sighs. sighs because it is full. sighs because now there is no space for his new food. no more space for the 5th block of cheese* and the pack of the supermarket's "best" pork pies. except they're not the best. they just want you to think that. in fact it's exactly the same old eye-balls and asshole junk, but you feel better about it coz you are under the spell of their semantic lies. my father sighs genuinely and irritably because he doesn't know what to do. he sighs at the world for making it difficult for him. he sighs because someone has gone ahead, of their own accord, and FILLED the space that he now needs for his superfluous comfort shopping. oh sweet baby jesus - the tragedy of these first world problems. urch, and there's that noise again. that fretting, deleterious pant, huff and sniff that says he'll die of heart failure. he should see himself. not only is the fridge merely full, but it is so glutonously full that no one can even see to the back - to where the forgotten foods rot. this is insane. this is chokingly mad.

*this is not an exaggeration. i have before (if one were to include cream and spreadable varieties), counted over 10 types of cheese.