I'm good (if "good" is the word) at eating first and then asking questions later. This MIGHT have to do with the fact that I'm a poor college student and even if something is slightly over its expiration date...it seems like such a waste to throw it into the trash.
You'd think after a couple bouts of food poisoning and some extremely uncomfortable evenings/nights, I would have learned my lesson...but it appears I still have a habit of assuming food is safe or still good after heating it up...as if the microwave is this magical box that can rejuvenate leftovers, no matter the date.
My roommates back in Ohio were convinced that they'd come home one day and find my body collapsed on the ground, a carton of way expired milk in hand.
Back in Seattle, I had a bout with some leftover seafood (didn't refrigerate it properly before I ate it....) and had a prettyyy bad time of it that night. Left my serving job early (good thing I did) and luckily a friend of mine happened to be taking the same bus home. I say luckily because I ended up yakking into an extra plastic bag he had before the bus got back to my place.
Side note, but you ever realize how many different ways there are to say vomit? Throw up. Yak. Toss your cookies. Tango with the toilet. Vomit. Urk (this one Stephen King is especially fond of). Hurl.
Anyway, this is why I'm up at 4 AM. And since I'm supposed to give some sort of cohesive structure to this ramble, I have to say the lesson of the day is this, kids: Better safe than sorry.