Wastebin-Inspired Wrath


Since the day after we were married, Hayley had been asking me for a nicer trash can. She really, really, really wanted an aluminum trash can to replace our wimpy, unattractive little plastic one. I had no clue how expensive these things were, so once I discovered this reality, I had to turn her down – a task that no one should desire. She can be quite persistent.

This request continued for about four years until a couple of months ago when we were at the Bane of Our Bank Account and, what do you know, they had a very nice-looking aluminum trash can on sale! Being the benevolent husband, I instantly placed it into our shopping cart. Hayley’s joy was palpable.

We got the trash can home and, again, what do you know, it fit PERFECTLY where we wanted it go. Hayley’s joy filled our kitchen.

A couple days passed and, as we are wont to do, we filled up the trash. I prepared to remove the bag and I encountered some difficulty. After a struggle, which included a ripped bag and an injured foot, the bag was removed. I just assumed that we had perhaps installed the bag improperly.

Fast forward a couple of weeks and I hear Hayley exclaiming in frustration from the kitchen. I knew that I had fought against this trash can for weeks and it appeared that Hayley had hit her breaking point, too. 

Up to this point, Hayley had been keeping her frustration with the can a secret. She didn’t want me to know that she hated the can as much as I did since she felt responsible for our owning it. Knowing that our hatred was shared, I immediately went to Lowe’s and purchased a new, nice, relatively expensive trashcan.

And now, rather than our frustration, our joy is mutual.

There’s really no point or lesson to this post.

Other than, of course, the obvious: Give a man a fish, he’ll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he’ll eat for a lifetime.

Happy Tuesday.

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Wastebin-Inspired Wrath