Puzzles of my life

I have a few things in my life that are puzzles.  You know, the type, like where do all the missing socks go.  Here are a few of mine.

What happens in the refrigerator between the time you take a bunch of things out for dinner and the time when you try to put them back in?  I went to the refrigerator a week ago, arms filled with mustard, ketchup, dressing, bowl of watermelon, bag of carrots, and other assorted items that JUST MOMENTS before had all come out of same refrigerator.  They would not fit back in.  The spaces where they had been were gone. Things had shifted or moved or morphed or grew...how does that happen?  These things were all in there, they must be able to go back.  But they would not fit....

Why is the only bag of groceries  to tip over in the trunk the one with the loaf of bread on top?  First, at the checkout line I try to group my items in sensible ways--put the frozen foods together, the cans and boxes, the produce. My hope is that the bagger will likewise bag them in sensible ways. I have about a 50% success rate on that.  However, most are at least cognizant of the need to place items like bread and eggs on the top of the bag (unfortunately, fewer recognize the fragility of raspberries).  I go to my car, carefully place the bags in the trunk, strategically keeping the heavy bags away from the one with the bread.  Still, when I get home and open the trunk what do I see?  A gallon of milk on top of a loaf of bread.