Why I Can’t Be Trusted Around Tupperware Lids There are three things in life I will never understand: how Wi-Fi works, why socks disappear in the laundry, and the mysterious black hole that is the Tupperware cabinet. Every time I open that cupboard, it’s like a live-action puzzle challenge. There are at least 37 containers, but only two matching lids. And one of them is slightly melted. I didn’t even know plastic could develop bite marks unless we had a raccoon roommate I don’t know about. I try to be organized. I stack them neatly. I sort the lids by size. I use the “lid basket.” And still, every week, chaos. It’s as if the lids go clubbing at night and forget who they belong to by morning. Once, I packed soup for lunch and confidently grabbed a matching lid. At noon, I opened my bag to find… soup everywhere but in the container. The lid was a perfect square. The container was round. The betrayal was personal. I’m convinced there’s a Tupperware conspiracy. Somewhere, in a parallel universe, my missing lids are living their best lives—sipping margaritas, dancing to ’90s pop, and laughing at us poor mortals stuck with orphaned containers. Until science solves this great mystery, I’ve decided to give up. From now on, leftovers go in mason jars. Or straight to the neighbor’s dog. #funny 😆