Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Respect, walk. Are you talking to me?

Last night we had to clean out the wife's apartment. Although she
moved all of her essentials in with me back in August, she was unable
to get out of her lease which ends this month. She left behind a lot
of stuff.

I have moved many times in the past and know of only one way: move the
essentials and then fill big black garbage bags with everything else.
Although I admit this is a wasteful method, it certainly is fast.

I realized that the wife has a different method when she asked me if
we needed 40-watt light bulbs for anything. "Throw them out," I
said. "Throw everything out. I don't want to move anything."

Five minutes later she asked if we needed 100-watt light bulbs or
9-volt batteries. I said, louder this time, "Throw it all out.
Let's get this done. Stop trying out lipsticks you find. Stop
reading food magazines you find. Stop asking questions. Throw it
all out. Throw everything out."

I had to supervise the cleaning of the fridge. Every time she put
something on the counter I threw it in the bag. When she decided to
keep two frozen pizzas out of the five she found in the freezer, I
contemplated lighting the entire apartment on fire. Instead I said,
"I'm going out for a walk."