Ty closed the fridge, thinking on whether he should order something fresher. Guilt caught up to him. He'd been raised to "waste not, want not" and the military had not lessened that at all. All that old food nagged at him for not having eaten it sooner. Sighing, he pulled open the fridge again and pulled out the spaghetti. Being the oldest thing, it was unlikely to still be good. He gagged as he opened the aluminum tray to see the red sauce had a fuzzy black layer. The trashcan lid immediately opened and the tray disappeared into it.
Next was the barbecue. There wasn't any fuzz on it and it still smelled fine. Maybe the vinegar in the sauce had preserved it? Shrugging, he threw it in the microwave. While the microwave rewarmed the food, the tangy smell of the barbecue filling his apartment, he checked the pizza and lo mein. The lo mein still seemed good as well but probably didn't even have a day left. Chinese food tended to go bad fast after all. Grabbing a fork, he dug into it. It would have been better warm to separate the noodles more easily, but with the ribs in the microwave, eating it cold was the fastest option.
The noodles stuck together, breaking when he pulled them out. It forced him to take larger bites then he wanted but it got the noodles out of the way faster. Halfway through the tray, the microwave dinged. Putting the lo mein on the counter, he pulled out the plate of ribs. Gasping, he nearly dropped the hot plate on the stove. After he blew off his fingers, he finished the lo mein, thankful he hadn't warmed it as the cool tray it was in helped cool off his fingers even more. After several more large bites, the tray was empty. His mind told him he was satisfied but the smell of the barbecue had his stomach grumbling for more. Checking the plate, he nodded when it didn't burn his fingers again. Heading back to his recliner, he flipped on the TV. Nibbling on the ribs with one hand, he flipped through the channels with the other. Groaning, he finally settled on an old movie on one of the "classics TV" channels because nothing else was on.
The movie wasn't that interesting. It was more just background noise to zone out to. It wasn't long before he was snapped out of his haze by the end credits rolling. Reaching for a beer, he frowned as he realized it was empty. "Time for another." He mumbled. Leaning forward to get up, he moaned at the pressure in his mid section. Looking down, the slight gut bulge he saw earlier in the mirror was just a smidge more pronounced. The plate then caught his eye. All the bones were picked cleaned and only some butter and cheese from the potatoes remained on the plate. Dumping the remains into the trash as he went into the kitchen, he put the plate in the sink and reached into the fridge for another beer. The pizza sat on the shelf temptingly close to the beers. Almost grabbing a slice, the pressure from his already full stomach stopped him and redirected his hand to the beers again. Popping the cap open, he headed back to his recliner for the next old timey movie.
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