Each Tuesday night there is a ritual that goes on in my house. I grab the mostly filled garbage bag that is resting under the island in the kitchen. Then I go from room to room in the house pouring the other garbage into this one bag. After I hit the bathrooms, etc I return to the kitchen and open the refrigerator door. Thus commences the weekly assault on my fridge. I take out all of the "glad" containers, filled with nightly leftovers, and empty their contents into the black plastic bag. I check the meat drawer to check for expired products, I open the crisper and pull out the old fruits and vegetables. Sometimes I will rummage to the back of the shelves to make certain there is nothing missed from previous weeks. If this is the case the "glad" container and all the contents take a dive.
Once the ritual has been completed the now stuffed full bag finds it's way out to the garage and into the black bin. Then either on Tuesday night or Wednesday morning, I drat this black bin to the curb. When I return home from work on Wednesday After-evening, the bin has been emptied and usually has found its way back into the garage. Yes, I have written this blog all Tongue In Cheek, but honestly, I do love the convenience of being able to take my refuse to the curb and I no longer have to worry about it.
I have said it more than once, there is a reason I live in an industrialized nation and a modern society. This is one of those reasons.
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