Tomorrow morning is trash day.
I went through the fridge, removing stuff. There were some eggs behind some beer.
Now, let's think about this. a) I don't drink beer. b) I use eggs in cooking. c) it's been a long time since I've cooked anything (microwave popcorn and the ilk don't count).
Those eggs have been there a while.
I suspect the beer came from a party in July. The eggs probably dated from the last time I made ice cream.
Now my fridge is populated only with beverages and condiments. That's some good bachelor livin'.