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      The metal canisters of assorted butter cookies did not appeal to me, because I usually did not like their contents.
      True, after eating the cookies, the canisters might become instant storage or, due to inclusion of dividers, be filled with other foodstuffs.
      But I found those kinds of containers inconvenient. I admitted to having hoarded stacks of newspapers and catalogs, but not soliciting pamphlets, that might contain ooupons. But such coupons were usually not intended for MY usage. Hence bargains would and DID go unused. Plastic plates and cups, though not utensils, sometimes did get used, washed, and used again where I was stationed.
      But that was because I hated ceramic plates and glassware. Both were too destructible.
      For the same reason, high destructibility, I also hated glass MIRRORS! I preferred STEEL mirrors, as those were NOT as destructible.
      Samir Mezrahi had said this on Twitter, and he DID have a valid point:
      “The #1 sign you are at a Persian party: They wash the plastic plates to reuse them.” Food containers were indeed recycled, where I was stationed, for leftovers.
      But their contents usually did not last long; I tended to eat those quickly.
      This was especially true of non-dairy whipped-topping containers, which were essentially lidded bowls. Those I used for eating cereals, soups, stews, chilis, or such. The condiments I used did not expand THAT far beyond ketchup, and I almost never used mustard or mayonnaise.
      And I HATED the “salad dressing” which Kraft (R) General Foods (R) marketed as “Miracle Whip(R)!” Yuk! Few old appliances, computer monitors, or other such dated electronics could be found where I was stationed.
      Nor were there any pristinely kept appliances, monitors, and/or other electronics there that had never actually been removed from their packagings. The notion of protected sofas made no sense to me. There had been too many framed photos of “relatives” where I had previously resided, but certainly NO stock photos that had never been removed from their frames. The t-shirt was forbidden clothing where I was stationed. As was clear from my Facebook avatar, I preferred FORMAL clothing, and I found t-shirts too CASUAL for my liking. I did maintain a collection of DVDs in English, true enough.
      But at the time of posting, I sought a Blu-ray player to play them more effectively than the DVD player I DID have could have done.
      For that DVD player tended to have problems with some DVDs that I possessed and maintained. Nor were there any natural home remedies from foreign nations where I was stationed.
      Medications like acetaminophen for simple headaches, ibuprofen for more serious pain than mere headaches, and naproxen sodium, also for more serious pain than mere headaches, were, instead, maintained there. When it came to lunches and/or dinners, I tended to eat whatever I had.
      And I had few examples of goober-grape on the menus. The freezer where I was stationed usually did not contain that many meat cuts or such animal parts, but it had contained more than its share of ice cream. Finally, being asked whether I hungered, only to have any negative responses met with me being bidden eat anyway, did not have any relevance in my current existence.