Always have some leftovers around. One never knows when you might have to have a backup dinner.

We've all been there. First thing in the morning, maybe. Or late at night, after a hard day of work. You want nothing more than to sit down and chill. Possibly at lunch, on an unexpected phone call. Whenever it comes, it slices through you like a cold wind. The most dreaded question of all.

"Darling... what should we eat for dinner?"

Oh, sure, at first it's easy. At first. But a few months into the relationship when you've tried all the foods there are to try and you're terrified of falling into a routine... what then? What do you say? Italian? NO I HATE ITALIAN! Chinese dumplings? NO THAT SEEMS CLICHE IN THIS RACIALLY SENSITIVE ENVIRONMENT! Thai-stuffed muffins? WHAT THAT ISN'T EVEN A THING I HATE YOU GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! Soon you're cowering in the corner, scared to even eat, broken down by the harsh and complex decisions that life can drag us all into. Where are the little grey vitamin pills, you think to yourself, the tasteless soilent green future of no decisions that I was promised?

With a set of Pyrex, of course, there's no need to be afraid. All you've gotta do is cook a little of everything at the top of the week and you'll be ready! Borsht! Lutafisk! Bangers and Mash! Reheat them one preset days and there's no question about what day you're eating what! No more choices! Now life is happy, and joyful and a never-ending bottomless cup of thrills that no one can ever ruin!

Buy this luggage and you'll never face the pain of true freedom ever again. Ah, bliss. Ah, rapture. Ah, the illusion of choice.

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