Sunday, April 22, 2007

Rattled

It starts in the kitchen. Meals of the last week clog the drains, the sink won't work, no one wants to be the one to fix it. The dishes sit there, fill it, gather around the edges until the entire room becomes unusable. It spreads to the rest of the house, because there's nowhere to take the cups and bottles and cans. It could have been the aftermath of a hurricane, but it was only laziness, a laziness showdown.

The war machines rumble overhead, rattling the wine glasses and windows. It's the air show, our city's greatest pride, engines and guns and bombers. It could be war. It could just be the local economy. At any rate, it's distraction.

This is how the world will end. Not with hurricanes or bombs, not with fire or ice or darkness. Just laziness. A laziness that spreads, and convinces the few trying to pick up after themselves that there's no longer any point, and they've tired of cleaning up behind their fathers and brothers. At least we'll all go in our sleep.

 

8 comments:

Lex Luthor said...

Personally I like the idea of a hurricane and having a hurricane party; just open up the doors and windows and problem solved!

sage said...

Now I understand T.S. Eliot's whimper...

Anonymous said...

can the world not just throw out the dirty dishes and use paper plates? It works at my house

Dalectomy;)

Pat Paulk said...

I think you've hit on something. We all smother under dirty dishes. Love it!!

Michael-Ann said...

The only problem with death by dirty dishes is that down south it would almost certainly be coupled with a nasty invasion of cockroaches...ewwwww.

I can just see it, laying there under a pile of plates coated with the dried remains of some auto-heat-n-eat-microwaveable delectables- blinking into the bare lightbulb on the ceiling above, unresponsive as it makes that tiny pop noise leaving the room black... then the scittering sound of scratchy hairy roach feet as they eek out of their hidy holes to scamper about my apathy-laden self.

Ewwww! You started it Jane Doughnut!

:) Good morning!

JaneDoughnut said...

Mr. Luthor, only a truly evil mind like yours could take delight in such a thing!

Sage, Eliot is awesome. I really didn't mean to lift the "This is how the world will end" line, though. I guess it's a universal thought.

Thank you, Pat!

Dale and Michael-Ann, I see so much sympathy in your responses, at least I know I am not the only one who has to deal with nasty kitchens!

Lex Luthor said...

Yikes! I forgot about the killer "cockroaches", then for sure doors open, windows open, Category 3 - 4 hurricane, tennis racket, and 1 gallon of Jack Black. Problem solved!

Gregory A. Becerra said...

You need to buy just one plate, one fork, one spoon, one knife, and one glass/cup per person. And everyone has their own. It's because we have service for twelve. We buy those economy packs of underwear so we don't have to do laundry so often. The world won't end, we pillage and move.