I am continuing my exploration of the Room of Dead Things. Today I am paying particular attention to the labels on the boxes.
The Purveyor of Dead Things is usually good about putting labels on the outsides of the boxes. (I say “usually,” because last year, I made sure that twenty boxes of the Dead Cat Ballet came in completely unmarked. Opening them all to discern the contents was like a Very Gruesome Yule. I still giggle every time I think about it!)
Those are sharks, but not the sharks the human female is hoping for. She should have learned by now to live with disappointment.
Some of the boxes bear additional helpful notes from the human female or her staff.
I know *I* wouldn’t want to use eyeballs that were past their best-by date!
Even preserved goods don’t last forever. Larger items, especially, can degrade over time. Indeed, older stock is clearly marked “use first.”
Hmm. I think I will add a few more helpful label items.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words:
It helps that my godlike magic lets me see inside the cartons. Caution labels are always nice:
Uh oh! Better mark this one too, to avoid a catastrophe.
Ehehehe! Who am I kidding? That box is heavy enough and wet enough inside that, warning label or no, someone’s going to go home some night redolent of Eau de chat preservé.