The Difficulty of Leaving Nothing Behind

"Where are you going?" she asked.

He was standing in the doorway, carrying a bag.

"I'm leaving you," he said. "I've fallen in love with another woman."

"Okay," she said, "but could you please remove all the fallen strands of hair from the hairbrush, finish up all the cans of beer in the fridge and throw out the extra bottles of shaving cream you keep in the medicine cupboard?"

"I've done all that. I've done everything. I'm leaving."

"Okay," she said. "then get rid of everything that you touched. Everything that you looked at. Everything that has your smell. Everything that will remind me of you. Everything that will bring back memories of you. Anything remotely linked to you has to go."

And while he pondered over how he was to achieve this, she left.