Of Peanut Butter Inequality

I seldom want peanut butter.  I don't hate it, but I don't crave it either.  About once a year, I decide that peanut butter sounds good.  My antibiotics have been making me nauseous, so I haven't been able to eat a lot of things, and today as I was packing crackers for my lunch, it occurred to me that peanut butter on the crackers sounded mighty tasty. 

I like creamy peanut butter.  Crunchy is OK, but not preferred.  We always have both on hand because we're a house divided.  I reached into the cabinet, pulled out the jar of creamy peanut butter, took off the lid, and saw this:

WHY is it gone the ONE time I want peanut butter, and WHY was it put back in the cabinet empty?  Such a travesty!  I got over my amazement at this and decided to settle for crunchy.  I pulled that jar out of the cabinet, filled my little container for lunch, and was getting ready to leave for work.

That's when I noticed something else:

Does this seem fair to you?  The crunchy peanut butter eaters get Jif.  The creamy peanut butter eaters get Aldi's "Peanut Delight" brand.  What the heck, man???  I would lodge a formal complaint with my husband, but I expect that he would tell me to start doing the grocery shopping myself.  SO not worth it for one craving a year.