Pork soup and pineapples won't do it

teng: would you like to help throw the rubbish after dinner?

she: okay, where do you throw the rubbish?

teng: *scratch head* urm, the rubbish bins are outside near the entrance of our driveway. you can't miss them.

she: which bin do we put it in?

teng: there is a unit number on each bin. it doesn't really matter which bin.

And after dinner, she disappears into her room with her guest, and I'm left to throw the garbage, which I purposefully left tied in the bin for four days, along with two of her temporary rubbish bags hung on the pantry door, one of which was leaking. Don't test my patience - today will be the last day I clean the stove you messed up and wipe the dining table you soiled.