Hey hon, do we have any of those sandwich dill pickles left? You know, the ones that I bought like two weeks ago? I could have sworn they were in here.”

“They’re right in front of you. Second shelf, left-hand side, next to the olives I bought last week.”

After rooting around for a bit, and may I say, much to my chagrin, I did indeed find the pickles exactly where Anne said they would be.

Isn’t it weird, considering how small the inside of a fridge is, that you can be looking right at something and not see it at all?

It turns out there’s a term for it, and it’s called “refrigerator blindness.”

We’ve all been afflicted with this, haven’t we? Oh sure, sometimes you’re a rock star and can find the spicy mustard, which is hidden behind the sriracha sauce on the lower shelf, which in itself is blocked by the Japanese mayo bottle, all the way tucked in the back next to cream cheese. But then there are the other times when the giant jar of........

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