The Policy

What’s your policy on leftovers? Do you try to farm it all out to your guests? Do you stash it away and eat the same thing over and over again for a week? Do you have clever ways to make leftovers look like something new? Ahh, it’s turkey enchiladas tonight! Surprise! Or maybe you stick in the freezer and then toss it out a few months later. What happens to all the leftover food we think we need to have a holiday feast?

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “the policy.”

Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

5 thoughts on “The Policy”

  1. great thought, so much goes in the bin these days, I wonder if that’s why they call it the sin bin in rugby, when a player goes off for a short while for an offence, throwing out food is much the same, be blessed

  2. It depends on what the food is. Generally speaking, dinner leftovers will be packed for work lunches the next day. Or leftover vegetables will be incorporated into omelettes. But sometimes my husband and I will intentionally make enough food to freeze the leftovers for a future dinner. One thing we DON’T do is eat the same dinner two or more nights in a row.

  3. Jan sat with her head in her hands at her desk.

    The policy covered a variety of scenarios: how to handle a jerk using the matchmaking service for a good time or how to look out for stalkers and psychos.

    But no corporate policy addressed how to handle true love.

  4. “Why did I have to come in today?” The thought kept running through John’s mind as his conversation rounded back to the beginning and escalated to an even higher volume. The elderly gentleman with dementia was back again after escaping his facility and he was, once again, trying to return a bird to an electronics store. He had even called the manager over to clear things up, but the old man just kept saying, “You jerks sold me a bird that won’t turn on and now you won’t give me my money back!”
    John, feeling exasperated, said to his manager, “I don’t know what to do anymore! He’s not listening! He doesn’t even see that he’s got nothing with him to return!”
    “I just got off the phone with his facility, they already have someone on the way. We just gotta keep him here until they show up.” John rolled his eyes. He didn’t have much patience left.
    “WHERE’S MY DAMN MONEY!” The old man was pounding the counter now. John replied, “You don’t have anything!” The manager stopped him right there.
    “Sir, do you at least have a receipt?” The elderly gentlemen paused for a second and told them to hold as he searched his pockets. Looking frustrated and a little embarrassed, he said, “I must have left it at home.” The manager then replied, “Our policy is that we need a receipt before we return anything.”
    The elderly gentleman apologized, looking almost on the verge of tears over the scene he’d caused. It was at this time that someone from his facility came to bring him back. As they were almost out the door John barely heard the old man say that he had to go in to return a bird.

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