Oh joy.

My lovely wife just called to inform me that the sandwich I had just finished was made with expired meat.

Her: “Hi honey, have you had lunch yet?”
Me: “Uh, just finished it, why?”
Her: “Because the meat expired on 3/28. There were two packages in there, a new one and an old one.”
Me: “OH NO.”

So I’m awaiting impending death.

I don’t ever check things for expiration dates, and this stuff (Oscar Mayer Deli Select Chicken Breast) was still vacuum sealed when I opened it. I will likely be OK, but this may lead to some fetid gas in the next few days. Which is just what I need.