My grandma died today. Stroke. I hated her though so I don’t care. She gave me expired Pop-Tarts. Expired Pop-Tarts. Who gives a man expired Pop-Tarts. You don’t do that to a guy. Here I thought that my grandma gave me a huge box of Pop-Tarts. I gladly open it up when I get home and take a bite out of one of the Pop-Tarts. But it’s actually a rock instead of a Pop-Tart. God damn it. I just wanted a Pop-Tart. It was my favorite kind too. Strawberry, had a lot of those as a kid. So I was looking forward to eating something I had a lot in my childhood. But nay, my grandma cannot keep track of the expiration date of her food. Her carelessness almost costed me a piece of my tooth. I’m shocked she got that far in life when she didn’t know how to keep track of when things expire. How has she not died of food poisoning. She honestly would have deserved it because of her recklessness. What kind of woman could not figure out that they had a huge box of Pop-Tarts for a year. Because of her actions I have started to question whether or not she had expired food and cooked it and gave it to me. She has given me plenty of fried rice in the past. Why would I assume that those ingredients weren’t expired? How can I trust that she wouldn’t have given me expired food? These questions will haunt me to my grave. Maybe I will be able to ask her in hell.