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>Vegetable oil (Canola oil, soybean oil)

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Wife, gf at the time left the province to go visit her parents for the week of xmas. I was at home by myself for the first time in 2 years after we moved in together, and happened to also be working back to back 60hr weeks. Got off work on the 24th at like 8pm on a saturday evening, having broken the 60hr mark helping out, and swung by Burger King on my way home because all of the other restaurants were closed. Also happened to be the middle of it snowing pretty goddamn hard. I got myself a milkshake because I felt like I deserved it, and felt like it was the first good night I was gonna have since her and I were gonna have a video call so I could wish her parents and her a merry christmas. Was about a block from home, trudging through about a foot of snow in my old-ass work boots, of which the left one had a small enough hole in the left side behind the steel cap to let some water in. Felt like it was freezing but had my hot bag of a big-ass burger and fries and my milkshake in the other hand and believed that the moment I could bit into them and see my girl's smile, everything would be great.

Then I felt a rip in the bag.

Before I could react, the fries dumped completely out the side of the bag that had become too saturated with water due to the snow. Burger was halfways out and I had to sacrifice the milkshake to catch it before it also dumped into the snow and the disgusting grey slush piled next to the road. The burger survived but half the milkshake was dumped, and the fries were lost. Think something just snapped in me and I tried not to cry as I walked the last block home. Talking with her helped as we both agreed I'd quit in the new year, and life improved vastly once I did, but losing those fries felt like being stabbed when it happened.

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