Standing at the open refrigerator, I am sliding containers left, then right. I take containers out, I put them back in. I search the drawers. My husband inquires, “What are you looking for?”
“I have a container of chopped onions from the spinach salad the other night. I want to use them up before we leave.” I tell him. “But I’m not having any luck finding them. I wonder what happened to them. I could swear I put them in here.”
No onions to be found. I shrug, but still wonder where they could be. A mystery, but not worth worrying over a missing container of onions.
Four weeks later
We have just finished dinner. My husband looks over to the refrigerator. “What’s on top of the fridge?” he asks me.
“I have no idea,” I reply, glancing over to the fridge, but seeing nothing.
He reaches up and finds a small Gladware container. Something chopped is inside. Quickly I realize this is the container of missing onions. Immediately they are dumped into the garbage disposal.
As the remnants are ground away, we are left wondering how did they end up on top of the refrigerator?