Actually, they’d have all starved to death staring at the refrigerator waiting for food to “happen”.
;D
I guess. No Mac and cheese, hot dogs and beer. That’s what my house lived on before we found our wives.
Boy, it must have smelled pretty gassy back then.
My 80yr old dad is of the generation that actually did this. If my mother is egregiously delayed somehow he'll *eventually* make a sandwich. Eventually...