Contraband

Yesterday I cooked chicken in the crockpot for dinner. By the time John got home, it smelled like poo. Not sure how that happened. I had to leave soon after his arrival to go to a job. I hit Wendy's on the way and stowed the bag in my back pack. I walked into the house and it didn't take long to realize that these people were vegetarian. Organic vegetarian. With bleach-free diapers and organic cotton clothing on their baby. I felt like a very, very bad person for bringing meat into their house, much less a bacon cheeseburger. I didn't detect any delectable smells eaking out of my bag, so I declared myself safe. It took forever for the parents to leave, and when they finally did, it was bedtime. 2 hours after purchasing my meal, I sat down to eat. I didn't want this family to know of my betrayal, because I liked this kid and wanted to be asked back. So I balled up my trash and returned it to my bag, hoping the burger smell would dissipate from the air by the time they returned. I felt like I little kid using my allowance to get loads of candy - then hiding it under my bed so my parents wouldn't see. 25 years old and hiding my trash. How silly is that?