The pre-peasch story that didn’t publish:
“I’m not cleaning the fridge for Peasch this year,” I declared to my dad.
“Welcome to the real world,” he replied.
To that rather cheery and accepting phrase, I launched into a long-winded explanation of why I would not be cleaning the fridge in my apartment. Now, like then, it was a superfluous and one-sided argument.
When I finished up, a while later, dad concluded his thought; “In the real world, you only clean what you have to. You don’t clean everything.”
Hello, real world! Meet chamatzdik kitchen. Now say goodbye to the chamatz, because it’s being sold.