Years ago when I first moved to my island, some Japanese friends from the mainland came to visit. The plan was to have a barbecue, so they brought all the ingredients from the mainland, since meat and some other things were hard to come by on the island.
At the end of the day, as they were boarding the ferry to go home, I noticed that among their baggage was a bulging grocery bag. The bag was packed to the brim, yet it was so light it swung freely from side to side. Suddenly, I realized with great alarm: They're taking their garbage with them!
My house is not a palace, but it is certainly not a campsite either. "Please," I pleaded, "let me take that bag of garbage from you!"