packaging design
I spent three minutes fighting a sealed yogurt container like it was a encrypted safe, turning it every direction while the expiration date mocked me from multiple angles. My wife walked by, watched me attempt to peel a corner that didn't exist, and said nothing—just the kind of silence that means she's already decided I'm the reason we can't have nice things. The opening was on the bottom the whole time, which I discovered by squeezing it directly into my lap.
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