There are wars that transpire silently within the walls of our home each week. No one openly acknowledges the battles, but my kitchen is definitely an every-man-for-himself combat zone. One major issue is that there isn’t a single man, woman, or child in this house that will admit it is time to take out the trash.
Tensions run high as soon as the trash starts to get full. The unspoken understanding is – if it doesn’t fit, you must relent. As a result, we are all tactical experts in the area of trash stuffing. We pretend that we don’t know, or care, about what is happening over by the trashcan. In reality, each one of us is silently calculating our next trash maneuver. A collective wave of triumph always washes over the room when someone else’s trash hits the floor. It is all I can do to refrain from jumping up and belting out a, “OHHHHH YEAAAHH! SUCKER!” Unfortunately, in doing so, I would negate the silent rules that govern our system. It would go from being a cold trash conflict to an all out nuclear garbage war. I am aware that a mature adult would simply have each person take turns at emptying the trash, or just take it out myself. But I am a gambler. I’m also exceptionally adept at trash-Tetris.
Why buck a system that works for me?
Anyway, I suppose you are wondering what the other major issue is? It is a siege of dishes in the sink. We are currently in gridlock over this one, my friends. Possible solutions may form later, maybe some skirmishes, but it won’t be pretty getting there. It won’t be pretty at all.
General Musings of a Gen Xer 