Trash compactor


It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to go out and spend money. I could have lived with inhaling the toxic fumes emitted every wash cycle after a certain person loaded the dishwasher so sloppily that a lid melted on a heating element, but I considered it my civic duty to bolster the American economy with my dollars.

Likewise with that old broken trash compacter; it had made a perfectly good drawer for our kitchen garbage for the last fifteen years, but my cash pumping through the marketplace will support five thousand needy families (or at least look good next to the new dishwasher.)