so i’m standing in my kitchen at 11 pm holding a perfectly good container of leftover pasta and there’s literally no lid that fits it. none. i have seventeen lids in my drawer and they’re all for containers that apparently don’t exist anymore. it’s like my tupperware is going through a messy divorce and i’m the kid caught in the middle.
where do these lids even go. it’s not like they’re escaping through some portal to narnia. but somehow i have more orphaned lids than a dickens novel and containers that are just sitting there naked and useless like they’re waiting for me to figure out this puzzle
the lid graveyard theory
my theory is that tupperware lids are the socks of the kitchen. they just disappear into the void because the universe thinks it’s funny to watch me try to store leftover chinese food with aluminum foil. meanwhile my mom’s tupperware collection from 1987 is still perfectly matched and organized like she’s running a military operation.
i tried buying all new matching sets. spent like forty bucks thinking i was being an adult. guess what happened. within two weeks i had three lids and one container. the math doesn’t even work. it’s like they’re designed to self destruct the moment you think you have it sorted