The Ice Cream Conspiracy
OK, here's a new conspiracy for me to rant about. Upon returning home after a nice, uneventful drive through southern Wyoming (which, by the way, is far prettier at night!), we stopped for groceries and I picked up some ice cream. Something seemed wrong, however. Either I had become an amazing specimen of muscular masculinity since previously purchasing ice cream or the ice cream container had gotten far smaller and easier to lift. Sadly, it was the latter. Notice exhibit A. On the right is the ice cream I purchased a month or two ago. It is 1.75 quarts (since a "half gallon" of ice cream is obviously 1.75 quarts and not 2. Probably a previous conspiracy I somehow missed). On the left is today's ice cream, on sale for $3 (so no cheaper), and now a lovely 1.5 quarts. Looks smaller than that to me, so I'm sure the conspiracy goes even deeper. I might have to Call 7 for Help on this one. It's so heinous! Sad proof that, in addition to the price of p...