Also, some of the tins have pictures of dolphins on them. This tuna is dolphin-approved, I think. But what do dolphins know about tuna? Besides, I hate dolphins. But then maybe the picture means that the tuna contains dolphin. I've never had dolphin (except in tuna) so I'm not sure if I like the taste. Close eyes, spin, grab.
When I've got my five tins picked out, I take them home and open the cupboard and discover that I've already got 20 tins in there. But, really, that's not enough. What if there were a shortage? Or if I had to isolate myself due to bird flu? (So long as dolphins aren't a carrier!) Best to get more.
I do like tuna a lot, but even so, I can't eat all that I buy. I think this impulse comes from my childhood when I would only take tuna sandwiches for lunch to school, from elementary up to high school. For some reason, nobody wanted to sit next to me at lunch. But those sandwiches were the best, soggy and warm. Tuna means comfort. Tuna means happiness. Tuna means love.
I shudder to think how much mercury I consumed. Still, it never hurt me. Unless that's the reason I can never remember how much tuna I have in the cupboard.