I have an oversupply of cream cheese.
I don’t mind cream cheese on occasions. A week or two ago I was wandering idly through the supermarket and picked up a tub. I’ve dabbed it onto a piece of toast or two. I might just get through it before it expires.
Yesterday at Parliament Station as I came through the ticket barrier, the promotional people were out in force, and they thrust into my hands not one but TWO tubs of… you guessed it: more cream cheese.
Looks like I may be eating cream cheese until the cows come home.