The Waste Basket

Just a little thing...

“So, Amy dearest,” Bryan said as he put away dishes from the dishwasher. “Ever considered garbage cans for more than a minute?”

“Hoo boy, this should be good,” Amy said. “Haven’t even considered them for less than a minute either.”

“No, really. The smaller the can, the more you have to empty it.”

“All right, logical so far, but where are you going with it?”

“That’s the beauty of it, Amy. That’s it. That’s all there is to it.”

“Okaaaay…?”

“Don’t you see my point?”

“Mm, not at all. Oh, honey, don’t put the good China in with the everyday stuff.”

“Got it. You see, if I buy a huge trash can for my office, I don’t have to empty it for a month or more. If I buy a smaller one, I’ll have to empty it weekly.”

“So, buy the bigger one.”

“The bigger one just piles up the garbage day in and day out. I suppose I could empty it sooner than when it gets filled, but that would defeat the purpose of a larger can. And this is especially so if there are any food wrappings in the can. Plus, the ants and bugs would have their way.”

“So, get a smaller one. Don’t overthink this, Bryan.”

“Okay, but now I’m torn about whether to buy a shredder to go with the small can.”

“I wish I had only your concerns to worry about. Life would be so sweet.”