It was just such a day. I opened the door to put a little plastic cube in its happy spot and "Tham!" (Is that a word? "Whack!" was not right.) down on my head topple it bringing three others along. I let out a noise of frustration and anger (not angry at the plastic, it cannot help being placed precariously on top of others, but at myself for not taking more time to do it "properly".) Shove! I now shove the four containers into place, not "their" place but any open space in which they may stay.
Just as I let go, "Tham!" Down upon my head now comes more lids and containers. "Grrrr!" The noise coming from my belly is now sounding animal like and ready for warfare. I repeat this process two more times before I cave in. "OKAY!!!!"
Yes, I DID get rid of a lot of normally perfect plastic but look at the happy pairs that I left. Each one is content and ready for service. I know that with their lids on they take up much more room, but I did not need that many anyway. That grew the problem; I had too many I did not even use.