It was always the Tupperware cupboard, a walk in cupboard floor to ceiling with plastic of every description.
Always it was untidy, easier to throw in when not being used.
His job was to tidy it.
No amount of hours made a difference. It was never done right. Vicious words upon vicious words left him frustrated, angry, on edge any amount of trouble could have happened.
Called lazy and useless one time too many he acted, walked out, left the mess to the one who never tidied anything. As usual she didn’t understand, denied she did anything to provoke him.