Last night we stopped for food as a burger and shake joint, the kind where there is no seating, so we were standing outside the order window waiting for them to bring out the trays of our food. Next to us is a couple trash bins, the tall ones with the the big flap. While waiting, I turn to look at my 5 year old daughter who has her head through the flap inside the trash can. Before I can yell at her to get her head out she says, “daddy, it smells good in here.”
I tell her that it will smell better when it is our own fresh food.