The Logic of Men

In our household we made the decision about a month ago to invest in a Sam's Club membership. We noticed that with two adults, three kids, and the consistent rotation of my family coming in and out as they please (they only live three blocks away and have a house key) that our grocery supply simply wasn't sufficient to sustain the never ending parade of stomachs we take care of.

Part of this brilliant plan was for us to pack lunches. Now, I have been doing this for years anyway, but it's a new concept for James. Before entering into a state of cohabitation with me he was always pretty carefree with his lunch choices. Either a) he'd just skip eating or b) he'd grab something along the lines of McDonald's, Taco Bell, Wendy's, etc. Since he's in the service industry he spends most of his time on the road, so a hot meal while traveling means that he better hit the drive thru. However, in the interest of cutting back on expenses he didn't mind the idea of "brown bagging it."

This is the lunch box he picked out and has been using. Evidently, when you're surrounded by a group of, shall we say robust men (he's tiny in comparison), your container holds some sort of magical phallic powers that determine just how manly you really are. This is most certainly news to me, because I was under the impression that if it held the amount of food you typically needed, well hell, it's the perfect size. Silly me!

I guess he's been getting grief from the guys for a while now, which I was unaware of until last night. When I arrived home from work I was greeted by the sight of this monstrosity.

I could not believe the size of the damn thing! As my eyes started bugging out of my head in disbelief he informs me "Now, that's a man's lunch box!" To which my response was "No, that's a beach tote that would fit a picnic for our family of five!" This is when he finally confessed all of the teasing he's received over his less than adequately sized previous one.

I know this is an argument I'm not going to win. I'm not even going to try. I will say however, that he packed THE SAME AMOUNT OF FOOD that he used to pack and there was essentially a cavern left on top when he was done. And, incidentally, it does NOT fit in our fridge very well. It took up the ENTIRE bottom shelf. So I suppose this means that we're going to have to forgo having enough food to fill it in order to accommodate the bag alone.

The logic of men is brilliant right?