Food Waste
by Leigh Meyer
Scene 1, Act 1
A family dinner table. Husband and wife enjoying pineapple pork with rice.
The husband: “We had some food waste this week.”
Me: “We did?” Eyebrow raised in question.
The husband: “Yeah, the rice pudding.”
Me: “Oh.”
The husband: “It smelled really funny and I tasted it. It had definitely turned.”
Me: “Oh.” Gagging look.
The husband: “I didn’t swallow it. I didn’t take a picture of it. I’m just telling you, do what you will with it.”
Me: “I’ll write about it.”
The End
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