Our refrigerator has been "broken" and I only just this week got around to getting it fixed. The night before the repair dude was due, I went to Whole Foods and picked up some cheese to celebrate. We hadn't been keeping any food around because it just wound up covered in blue fuzz a day or two later, so this was a big deal.
I bought some Reggiano Parmesan, some not-very-tasty Mexican cheese, and a nice wedge of manchego.
So the next day the refrigerator guy comes exactly when he said he would. It turns out, my nice new refrigerator needed to be defrosted so I spent $95 for him to tell me that. Yes, I feel like a jerk, but at least my food will be cold from now on. I decided to celebrate with a slice of manchego.
I open the cheese drawer and am horrified to see that the manchego is unwrapped and has a big chunk missing out of it—and there are bite marks! Naturally, my first thought is to blame the boyfriend, but first I cut out the teeth marks and slice myself off a piece. Yum. I call the BF at work to yell at him.
"Hey! Next time use a knife and wrap the rest up in plastic," I bitch. He has no idea what I'm talking about. "The manchego—you just bit into it and threw it back into the fridge—that's really disgusting."
"We have manchego," he asks excitedly. He then swears up and down that he didn't even know I'd bought any cheese, didn't bite the cheese he didn't know about, but wants me to save him some. I'm too busy being grossed out to pay much attention. Unless Inky and Mabel figured out how to open the refrigerator and then the cheese drawer, there's only one person who could've gnawed my cheese: the refrigerator repair man!
What the hell, Mr. Repair Man!?! I would've happily sliced you off a piece of delicious cheese! But you had to go bite my manchego. WHY?!!? That's just nasty.
(I know that's a photo of brie, but just you try to find a chewed-up piece of manchego on the internet.)