Tonight, everyone in my family had someplace to go. My youngest sister was going to the sixth grade dance, my other sister was going to play rehearsal, my bro’s play was being performed tonight (I’m seeing it tomorrow), my dad went to go watch it, and my mom and I went grocery shopping.
My mom, both sisters, and I left around six. My bro had left an hour earlier. My dad was leaving sometime after we left. We dropped my youngest sister off at a friend’s house before the dance, and she realized she left her ticket to the dance at home. Of course. So, we had to drive back home. It wasn’t very far, but in the days where gas is almost $4 a gallon, well, it is $4 for the super premium, any small bit of driving is a pain. We get home and my sister runs into the house to get her ticket. However, she was sidetracked by the mess that was left on the oriental rug in the living room.
An empty bag of bread and an empty container of feta cheese. Yup, you guessed it, Benny got into the fridge once again. There had been a half loaf of bread in that bag. It’s the same bread that he’s eaten a couple times before, he must really like it. The cheese container was practically empty when we left the house, so he didn’t get much. I ran into the house after I heard my sister shout this out the door and saw the garbage on the rug. I threw it away and went to the fridge. Sure enough, it was unlocked. My dad forgot to lock it. He also forgot to put the shoes that were sitting near the door away. But, luckily for the persons who those shoes belonged to, Benny was too distracted by the unlocked fridge to indulge in the leather chew toys, aka shoes, that were near the door.