Compost makes me think of:
anonymous
December 11 2003, 22:04:54 UTC
Retainers. Pink, plastic, orthodontial retainers. I'm sure I'm not alone when I say I had to wear them as an adolescent. I am also quite certain that I was not the only child who loathed these insidious dental devices. An unfortunate by-product of this hatred was my habit of removing them, wrapping them in Kleenex, and forgetting where I had left them. On one such occasion, an unknowing passer-by took the liberty of disposing of such a wad of Kleenex/retainer, directly into a bucket of apple cores, banana peels and leftover tuna noodle casserole bound for the compost heap. Upon my realization that this disposal had occurred, I forced my younger sister to search for the missing pink plastic tooth holders with me. We set out for the compost pile on this hot and humid Wisconsin summer afternoon. After digging through mounds of rotting organic material, including wriggling maggots and their swarming adult counterparts, she rose victoriously from the decomposition, retainers held high and glistening in the sun. That's what compost means to me. Thanks, sis.
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