Once a guy I knew received a “lifetime supply” of a brand of soap. Well-known brand. Not the cheap stuff. Showed up one day as a full pallet of boxes of soap. After about a week, he figured he needed to start figuring out ways to get rid of the stuff. He offered me a box (crate?) of the soap the next time I visited him. He offered another the next time I visited. And another. I soon learned to stop visiting. Soon all his friends and every person he knew were walking away with boxes of soap. Not individual boxes of soap. Boxes of 50 bars. His garage and soon his entire house smelled of soap. I’m sure delivery people stopped entering his neighborhood just to avoid having soap snuck into their trucks when they weren’t looking.
Long story short, I was in school at the time and free anything was a godsend. But after trying to use up 50 bars of the stuff, it was just too much. To this day I can’t even look at that soap when I’m at the store. The smell of it turns my stomach.
There’s definitely such thing as too much of a good (ok?) thing.
Ok, so cautionary tale time.
Regarding the “mac and cheese for life” bit…
Once a guy I knew received a “lifetime supply” of a brand of soap. Well-known brand. Not the cheap stuff. Showed up one day as a full pallet of boxes of soap. After about a week, he figured he needed to start figuring out ways to get rid of the stuff. He offered me a box (crate?) of the soap the next time I visited him. He offered another the next time I visited. And another. I soon learned to stop visiting. Soon all his friends and every person he knew were walking away with boxes of soap. Not individual boxes of soap. Boxes of 50 bars. His garage and soon his entire house smelled of soap. I’m sure delivery people stopped entering his neighborhood just to avoid having soap snuck into their trucks when they weren’t looking.
Long story short, I was in school at the time and free anything was a godsend. But after trying to use up 50 bars of the stuff, it was just too much. To this day I can’t even look at that soap when I’m at the store. The smell of it turns my stomach.
There’s definitely such thing as too much of a good (ok?) thing.