A Trashcan, Modern Progress…and a Husband’s Patience

Our kitchen garbage can is actually 21 years old. I bought it when I was pregnant with my oldest son, Jared. And it really is in good condition, considering its age. As my dear step-father would say, it doesn’t owe me anything.

The only problem with it is that the lid’s opening is in front, versus on the top. So to throw trash away, you have to use your hand — or the actual trash — to push the flap in and then you can throw your garbage away. Sometimes it is best to just lift the lid off and throw things away — this is particularly true with coffee grounds.

Anyhow, it all works perfectly fine for John and me but the boys inevitably get the lid covered with food and I am washing the flap of the lid at least 3 times a week.

I recently saw a really nice shiny, new garbage can that had an automatic lid. It is an actual motion sensor so whenever you wave your trash near the lid it opens up — from the top — and you can drop your trash in without getting it everywhere. It is battery-powered. I bought it.

When John walked in from work the other day, he looked at the box, read the words “Automatic Lid!” and remained quiet, God bless him.

Today, Saturday, he patiently opened the box and put the trash can together with its batteries in the lid. Barely speaking a word as he worked, I knew he was going to support me in my quest for a kitchen garbage can that required less clean up.

Once the can was put together and turned on John lovingly smiled at me — his job was done — and then he walked past the garbage can and towards the living room.

John’s movement was detected by the lid and the lid dutifully opened. Hmmm….we wondered how far the motion detector worked on the thing and soon discovered that the only way to avoid activating the lid was to hug the wall opposite the can, or belly crawl, as we passed.

And still not a word from John as he read through the instructions to see if the lid would work without batteries. Nope.

As I went to get the packaging so we could return the can, I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe.

My Aunt Polly always says that John is going straight to Heaven. “No Purgatory time for this man,” is what she says.

I finally agree.

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3 Comments

  1. Cheryl-I have been in this scenario so many times with my wife over the years and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud as I read your post. Unfortunately, I was never as patient as John! Thanks for sharing what I am certain has happened to all of us!

    God bless-

    Randy

  2. Cheryl –

    I think your Aunt Polly is right. Your husband is a Saint. I, too am laughing out loud. This is definitely one I “have” to share – and wouldn’t be surprised if it becomes quite the thing to get forwarded on.

    Blessings,
    Victoria

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