Taking Out the Trash
I’ll be the first to admit that when I was in college, I mooched off my parents a little. They didn’t live that far away, so sometimes I would save up my dirty laundry for a month and then go do it at their house. And once or twice I took some of their canned soup and applesauce back to my apartment with me (with permission, of course).

But that’s because I was 18 and dirt poor. Now that I am a grown adult with a proper job making real money, I pay for my own laundry, because that’s what adults do. And the thought of collecting all of my trash and then driving it to my parents’ house is befuddling. This is definitely a step too far.
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