I'm not crazy, I'm creative - there's a difference

My new pantry has been driving me crazy because I couldn't find a way to neatly organize it. I am a bit A type about organization:

well organized

messy

even more organized

But then I got a great idea to stage a town in my pantry using my food:

This is main street. All the bottles in front are hanging out people watching and the stuff in the back is people walking down the street. The lasagna box is a bar. The salad dressing is a cop.

This is the bad part of town. The oatmeal is a fat gangster. The potatoes are a passed out homeless person. The bottles of olive oil are prostitutes. The packages in the back are drunk people holding each other up.

This is the jail. The eyeglass cleaning spray is the warden and the red thing of cat crap is where you get checked in to the jail. The large tea holder is the main jail and the smaller one is holding cells. The napkin holder is a barbed wire fence. The salt is solitary confinement and the band aid box is the infirmary where the inmates are taken when they get stabbed.

big guy, small fork

Way to go fuckwits at the Mercury Cafe...

What sense does it make to give the tallest guy in the restaurant the smallest fork? And, BTW, he has oversized hands from playing sports and stuff.

smallest fork EVER

This was the original pic I took but as you can see I was laughing too hard to hold my blackberry straight - you can see my normal sized fork on the plate

In case you're wondering what that is on the plate, it's a tofu chop and a potato and cheese thing.