Trashed

January 25th, 2006General2 comments

Cleaning my kitchen, I noticed that my metal trash can from Restoration Hardware had corroded past the point of salvageablility. Rust flakes were now dusting off its inside and onto the floor.

It was now in trash can heaven, along with famous members of its race, like Oscar the Grouch’s trash can and the original Dumpster.

So I threw it out and got one of those Simple Human trash cans.

This thing is like the Lexus of trash cans. It’s huge, tall, and it gently and silently closes so as to avoid disturbing your mental state.

I don’t even have to empty it. When I throw something into it, it gets sucked through a time-space wormhole and into a dimension where my trash is lovingly caressed by angelic beings made of pure energy. When you click open the can, you can hear them singing.

Now that’s a trash can.