There was a period in my life that I now like to refer to as The Bus Bin Days. This was the first year that I shared an apartment but had my own bedroom. Since I spent so much time in my room, I would eat all my meals at my computer desk. Because I sometimes lack forethought, or because I only go to the kitchen when I'm looking for food, dishes and glasses could accumulate in ridiculous amounts.
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| Aparantly I either have an iMac that runs Windows or I don't have a CPU. Hmmm... |
On day I had a brilliant idea. I had and empty milk crate.
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| Aaaaahhhh! |
I collected all my dishes and plates and bowls and crap in it and was able to take it all to the kitchen in one trip. I was a genius! So I cleared a spot on a little table in my bedroom, placed the empty milk crate on it and proceeded to place all my used dishes in it as I used them.
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| Soooo many dishes. |
My bus-bin was born!
Days or weeks would go by before taking my bin out to the kitchen to wash. Roommate started to notice that one day the dishwasher would be empty and the next 3/4 full. She noticed that we would be nearly out of dishes in the cabinet but they were no where to be found.
Finally, she one day came in my room looking for the vanishing dishes.
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| Bus bins are a-MAZING! |
We then spent the duration of the year playing a fun game where I would try to empty my bin at least once a week and when I took too long, I was yelled at.
Somehow we managed to stay friends.
































