Irony

 I live in a house with three people.  Me, another tenant and the homeowner.  When I initially moved in the owner and I were on the same trajectory.  We both had jobs keeping us away from our homes for a year and a half.  Life was good.  Two of us living in a parade of homes style house with everything coordinated in a way that only an interior designer could assemble.  A lot of whites, grey and blacks with brushed nickel ornamentations in the cabinet pulls and door knobs.  Custom made furniture that is more form over function.  It's terribly uncomfortable; however, lovely to look at.

The owner's remote job terminated due to the company she worked for hitting unsurmountable financial headwinds.  Suddenly, with three full time residents the household is generating exponentially more trash.  By all accounts, two dudes don't generate much garbage.  Add a woman to the mix who likes to cook and the garbage can and recycling bin is full every week.  We don't buy trash bags.  We re-use single use trash bags garnered from most retail outlets.  We used to have a drawer full of them.  We're running out. Why is that?

Because when shopping, the one generating the most waste uses bags intended for long term use to keep people from cutting down trees in the plastic forest.  Those canvas corporately logo'd tradeshow swag bags.  We're generating more trash without having more bags added to inventory to get rid of the trash.  I guess the other other housemate (Joe) and I will have to start double bagging our goods so we don't run out of single-use reusable garbage bags.  Ironic.