It was about midnight by the time I returned from that gathering of strange people. When we returned, I noticed that dinner, which had been ready and waiting since half past five, was still sitting on the stovetop and adjacent counter.
"Dude, weren't you going to put that away?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "I guess."
"Do you know how long that's been sitting out?!" Sis demanded in a tone of absolute horror. "Throw it out!"
"I was going to eat it!" Dude protested it.
"The rice should be OK," I said.
"It's your food poisoning," Sis said, "'cause I'm not touching it."
"You are such a bachelor," I said to Dude. "Go. Now. Find Tupperware. Put this away."
"I was getting around to it!"
Yeah, he's a bachelor, all right.