When I was growing up, my dad always did something that I found to be a bit strange. After emptying a bottle of juice into his glass, he would set the bottle down for a minute or two. He would then take the seemingly empty bottle and attempt a re-pour. Unfailingly, a few measly drops that had since resettled to the bottom of the bottle came out into his glass. This frugal ritual was repeated time and time again, meal after meal. It always felt purposeless to me – a micromanagement of an insignificant system.
I’ve grown up a lot since that time and my views on many things have changed. I now often catch myself viewing the world through a lens that I would imagine is similar to my dad’s. Waste here. Waste there. Overconsumption. Now I cannot think of a reason why I should not pour that extra amount into my glass, so I do. Hell, it is kind of a cool trick. And, in addition to being practical and respectful, I find it a meaningful way to pay a tiny tribute to my dad. I think he had it right the whole time.