A fighting good time...

I was emptying the trash today and as I reached in under my sink I pulled out the last trash bag.  It was effortless, as if  the box were to say, "Go on, take it, I'm tired of fighting you."  That's when I stopped for a moment to reflect...

"Man...this box had 50 bags, thats 50 time I've done this, all with one box.  I can't believe this is the end, I almost don't know what to say..."

The box replied, "After all this, all I've done for you, your just going to throw ME away??"

I then forcefully stuffed the box straight back into the thing it was fighting effortlessly to keep.