You know when you throw away a pair of socks, or old undies, or – as I did today – miscellaneous soft things that have been hanging about attracting mould, and then you throw normal rubbish, like food scraps, into the bin on top of it and it creeps you out all the way to the tips of your fingers?
I am waiting for the fictional moment that requires just such a metaphor.
Er… no, I don’t, but thanks for sharing 🙂
ahaha – I just assumed it was a universal experience 🙂
I totally, TOTALLY get what you mean. I have to flee to bin before the lid closes!
yay! For those who get it, it will be the perfect metaphor. For the rest it will instil a vague sense of unease connected to the bin…