Sticking it to the man
GRIN # 47
I’ve been a trash stacker from way back.
“Take it out!” my dad would yell, as I balanced a yogurt cup expertly on the edge.
I haven’t grown out of it.
In our master bathroom, it’s really bad, a Leaning Tower of Pisa against the wall, gaining height as the week progresses.
The thought tickled me. “Stop it! You’re making me laugh, and I have to pee.”
I know he is. He took a picture of the overflowing trash can and emailed it to me, thinking he could shame me into reforming.
Simple, simple man.
I am beyond shaming.
The problem is, I don’t care about the trash. It’s one of the few chores that’s not my responsibility.
So maybe I’m just sticking it to the man.
Here’s what might work:
Put down the toilet seat
…then we’ll talk.