Alakananada Mookerjee

A former roommate of mine liked to keep a neat and tidy house. Very well. She took out the garbage whenever the need arose. And sometimes, even when it didn’t. Only, she didn’t always take out what the world ordinarily calls trash. After days of seeing her discard what appeared to be perfectly edible grub, I took the liberty of asking her, “Are you going to throw all that away?” With, a nonchalant shrug, she replied, “I forgot to eat them, and now they’ve gone past the expiration date.”