Why do we need so much STUFF? AND - why does Brent think his junk is so special?
I forced him to get rid of A LOT of his prized possessions but some things I had trashed suddenly reappeared. It makes me crazy!
The last day of our move we took the last load - mostly things we didn't know what to do with - to Savers for donation. Our trailer was full and we had several things to "donate". We went there at about 5:45 pm (it closes at 6:00). This guy looked at the trailer and started ranting and railing!! We told him that we were just leaving a few things and not all of it, to which he was greatly relieved. He told us, "Just put your things over there; oh, and thank you for your donation."
As we were unloading our stuff, another car pulled up with a very heavy box full of stuff and once again this guy started hyperventillating. He heaved the box out of the car with much grunting and groaning- but,
he did not fail to thank them for their donation.
Then comes a pick-up truck with this beautiful gold couch. The guy really started throwing a fit about this time. I tried to get some discrete pictures but was unable to get his face. It was very entertaining. He told the people to take it out of their truck but the thing was so heavy the three people couldn't budge it. The guy had to help. Again, there was much grunting, groaning and a bit of swearing under the breath. As they pulled this thing out it split apart into four pieces. There was a shredded hide-a-bed inside it. Once again we heard a "thank you for your donation". I'm thinking it wasn't really heart felt.
After seeing the things the other people unloaded, I was feeling pretty good about the junk I dropped off. Could anyone elses junk really be a treasure to someone?
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