I guess I had put it off long enough and it was time to finally to confront my problem, the empty can problem. I don't know of anyone in the world who likes to return, dirty, slimy, gross empty cans. When we were remodeling our house I had some pretty good ideas to improve the overall plan of the house. I would suggest things like, urinals, bidets, man caves, etc. but Dana would always shoot these down without the least amount of thought. So, when I had an idea for the cans I was surprised she actually agreed with me.
One day I said to her, "What do you think about a hole in the counter that you can put empty cans down and they end up in the basement?" And our can chute was born.
"You know you have to go in the basement and get them eventually, right?"
"Yeah, of course," I reply. The laugh was on her though. I put a giant barrel in the basement and because she never goes down there, she would have no idea when it was full.
Oh! Was I wrong. As each can went down the chute, she had an uncanny ability to judge the fullness based on the sound it made as they landed.
Today was no different. "The can bin is full," she said as I walked in today.
"Really?" I reply in my best nonchalant suprise voice.
"Really, they're bouncing off the concrete floor!"
"Is that what that sound is?"
"TR! Time to take back the cans! There open till six."
"I'll never be able to eat and get there by six!" I am sure this is foolproof and will buy me at least one day.
"You can eat when you get back, besides you just said you weren't that hungry." She flashes me that beautiful smile, "Love Ya!"
As I pull into the can place, I think to myself, "I should have fought harder for the urinal!"