I inherited a Shakespearean set of those poetry fridge magnets with a lot of individual pre-printed words on them that you move around to make sentences--or poems, haha.
Yesterday, I was sweeping my kitchen in a company-is-en-route, whip-this-place-into-shape kind of way. One of my swipes passed through the gap underneath the bottom of the fridge door and pulled out a magnet that had fallen off the freezer door. I decided to sweep it up as part of the dirt pile that I'd formed nearby, and as I pushed it towards the dust pan with the broom, it flipped over so I could see what it said.
It was the word must, and I couldn't help but notice that how fitting it is to put that word in the trash can. It belongs there, as do the words should and ought.
