Waiting for the Owner of the Home

Me and Tara were sitting at the table. It had been a while already, and nobody had arrived yet. We were both beginning to get hungry.

"Well, the owner of the house is still not here," I said to Tara. "While we're waiting, why don't we grab something out of the fridge to eat because I'm beginning to get a little hungry."

"That's stealing, Ricky, but I'm getting hungry too," Tara replied. "We can always pay the owner back later by doing some work or something."

"Alright, let's go grab something out of the fridge," I said.

When I opened the fridge, me and Tara were surprised to see that all of the food in there was so spoiled that it looked like everything had been sitting in there for a few years. I wonder why the owner of the house never cleaned out the fridge, or why isn't there anything in there that isn't spoiled? I don't know, but me and Tara have to try and find something to eat before we eventually become famished.