Each morning I put away all the clean dishes in the dish drain and take all the recyclables out to the bin in the garage. The recyclables nearly always include a cat food can or two, a plastic container from M’s Italian ice habit, and a Starbucks cup from E’s coffee habit and her nightly commute home.
But one morning last week, I suddenly realized that for the last few days, my morning garage bin run had only included cat food cans, Italian ice containers, and random non-routine plastics. So I blurted out to E, “Why haven’t you been bringing any Starbucks cups home lately?”
And we both immediately cracked up at my tone of voice. For some couples, the phrasing and tone would have indicated the darkest sort of suspicions. But those sort of worries and suspicions are so far away from any feelings that either of us has about our relationship, that the only image running through my mind was of dirty plastic cups piling up inside E’s car because she’d had such a difficult week that she was too tired to clean them out when she got home.
That image turned out to be half-correct; she was too tired (and too laden with other things) to bring them in, but was discarding the cups each morning at Starbucks when she stopped for her morning commute’s dose of caffeine.
–E here, and another funny thing about this was the night before S asked me this I thought to myself, “I wonder if she notices that I’m haven’t been bringing in my cups.”