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I'm pretty sure there's no way I can write this up and not sound judgmental.
The freezer, like many things here, is a disaster zone. You get attacked if you open it. Ok. So I offered to go in and see if I could find something for my dad. Assuming it was still in there and hadn't gained sentience, multiplied, and oozed out of the waterline and made a bid for freedom sometime in the night.
I was, of course, attacked. One of the things that attacked me broke upon forcible contact with the floor. So I cleaned up the busted bits of hard, sharp plastic container, and threw it and its contents in the trash. As one does.
That was last night.
This morning, I threw something out and noticed that the very broken container had been removed from the trash, cleaned, and put back into the trash. Then, I happened to be in the refrigerator playing sliding puzzle in there to get something and saw a container in which the contents of the busted freezer container had been placed.
Now this formerly known as food had already been in extended contact with the floor while starting to thaw when the container broke after falling out of the freezer. It then went directly into the trash, do not pass go, do not collect $200. Not to mention the inextricable presence of busted bits of sharp plastic mixed in at this point. Sometime between entering the trash and this morning, guess who collected it out of the trash and put it in a container in the refrigerator as if someone was supposed to be eating it.
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Who the hell goes thru the trash and takes food out of it if they are not either starving/potentially starving, or making a point about recycling and waste by exercising their privilege and going dumpster diving?
I do not do well with mental illness.
I'm pretty sure there's no way I can write this up and not sound judgmental.
The freezer, like many things here, is a disaster zone. You get attacked if you open it. Ok. So I offered to go in and see if I could find something for my dad. Assuming it was still in there and hadn't gained sentience, multiplied, and oozed out of the waterline and made a bid for freedom sometime in the night.
I was, of course, attacked. One of the things that attacked me broke upon forcible contact with the floor. So I cleaned up the busted bits of hard, sharp plastic container, and threw it and its contents in the trash. As one does.
That was last night.
This morning, I threw something out and noticed that the very broken container had been removed from the trash, cleaned, and put back into the trash. Then, I happened to be in the refrigerator playing sliding puzzle in there to get something and saw a container in which the contents of the busted freezer container had been placed.
Now this formerly known as food had already been in extended contact with the floor while starting to thaw when the container broke after falling out of the freezer. It then went directly into the trash, do not pass go, do not collect $200. Not to mention the inextricable presence of busted bits of sharp plastic mixed in at this point. Sometime between entering the trash and this morning, guess who collected it out of the trash and put it in a container in the refrigerator as if someone was supposed to be eating it.
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Who the hell goes thru the trash and takes food out of it if they are not either starving/potentially starving, or making a point about recycling and waste by exercising their privilege and going dumpster diving?
I do not do well with mental illness.
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My late grandmother would totally have done that. We took to hiding things that REALLY needed throwing away so we could take them with us when we left. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteShit. Yeah, that's what my dad and I do if we think about it. But who digs out broken containers AND the food??
ReplyDelete...crazy people.
ReplyDeleteI am making the face.
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