No, I Might Be Screwed

There is a mostly empty jar of Paul Newman’s tomato sauce on my kitchen counter. A papery label flies off its side.

I removed it from my fridge yesterday. And now I don’t know what to do with it. It occurs to me now I am waiting for a sign of some sort.

The dilemma of the jar is this: Glass must be recycled. Recycled containers must be clean. This container is not clean.

I am aware I can empty it. But I think it its contents are spoiled. I do not want to smell spoiled sauce. And I do not want to just drop it in the trash, because it must be recycled.

It will tell me what to do soon. I hope.