I knew things would change after I became 50 but nobody warned me.  I never saw it coming.  Don’t ask me how I knew I would get weird on the other side of the hill, I plead the Fifth.  But last week it became evident, I was a victim of “The Curse of the Plastic Storage Containers”.  I previously believed that victims of the curse were only from the “I grew up in The Depression, we save everything” generation.  Untrue even Baby Boomers from “There’s more where that came from” generation can fall into the trap.

Sure enough last week I found myself washing out yet another deli potato salad container and squeezing it into the cupboard next to those wonderful plastic lunchmeat containers and the non-dairy topping tubs.  Wait! What was I doing?  When did I start doing this?  As I lapsed in and out of a trance phrases like; “send home leftovers”, “non-returnable”, “you never know when you’ll need it” came babbling out of my mouth. Someone stop me before I need an intervention!

It has occurred to me that this could be a latent genetic defect. Possibly a new medical discovery; PSCS-Plastic Storage Container Syndrome brought on by decreasing levels of estrogen.  Maybe I should start a support group or lobby congress for research funding.

Whatever the cause, my new mantra is “Just Say No”.  Of course I haven’t been able to throw out what I’ve already accumulated.  That must be Step 12.  Could this be any relation to “The Curse of the Plastic Shopping Bag”?