Relative Something

That moment when you zip the bag closed and purposefully end the binge, leaving the bag in plain sight, well within reach but committed to only sucking on ice cubes for the rest of the evening.

Yeah. No, I got this.

Of course, that comes shortly after retrieving one that fell on the floor.

“Did you drop one?”

“Yes.”

“Want me to come get it?”

“No, I can reach it.”

Pause.

“I’m going to eat it anyway. I saw you wash this floor once.”

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