In the fridge:
There was nothing to eat in the fridge.
There was nothing to eat in the cupboard.
But neither fact stopped me from blazing a trail between the two, opening one door and then closing it and crossing to the other and doing the same.
“For fuck’s sake, Lisa, choose what you want before you open the fridge!” my mum would yell.
I never understood that.
How was I to know what I wanted before I opened the fridge? I didn’t have x-ray vision!
Maybe if I opened the door just one more time I’d find something I wanted.
Or maybe I didn’t know what I wanted.