The Mountain Dew seller, of course! And that’s what Edison recently pretended to be. He got into my multi-week supply of Mountain Dew and decided that each and every can belonged in the refrigerator. That’s a lot of cans—we typically buy a 24-pack because Wal-Mart sells them for the same price that you can get 12-packs anywhere else. That will last me quite a while, especially now that Melanie avoids drinking the stuff. It doesn’t help that we also just so happened to buy a 12-pack of Mountain Dew White Out, the only available format I’ve been able to find of the new flavor. So, now our fridge is overstocked and I look like an even-bigger lush than I really am. On the plus side, I won’t have to restock the fridge any time soon.
Here’s another photo, taken just after the Mountain Dew seller went on break. You can see just how Mountain Dew-ified our fridge has become.