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"Oh no!" I thought.  "Those unfortunate people who got sick because their family happened to buy a bad lot of Peter Pan Peanut Butter.  Salmonella.  How rotten.  That could have easily been my family."

Fast forward to yesterday.  Wife pops in office.  Notices my jar of peanut butter.  "Hey isn’t this jar bad?"

"No way.  That’s not Peter Pan.  Besides.  I’ve eaten half of the bottle."

Whoops!  Great Value, lot #2111.

"Note to self:  Trash jar.  Thank God for iron stomach."