Last night 7 PM: F arrives home after going grocery shopping by himself. He sets the bag on the counter and goes about his business.
10 PM: I follow him to bed.
8AM THIS MORNING: F calls me from work: "Hey, did you put away that meat I bought last night?"
Me: "I didn't know you bought any meat."
F: "So, that means it is still sitting out on the counter?"
Me: "Uh, yeah, if you didn't put it away."
F: "Can you turn around and go back to the house to put it away?"
Me: "After it sat out OVER NIGHT????!!!!"
F: "Yeah, it'll be fine."
Me: "Are you sure??? I don't think it will still be good."
F: "Yes, please, go put it away."
Me: "ok."
Needless to say, I won't be having a deli sandwich any time soon for lunch. uh, gag. That is just asking to get sick. Not that it was overtly warm or hot in our house, but the temp didn't drop below 72 all night. I'm making myself sick visualizing all the germs and slimy things on that meat now.
*shiver*
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