Today is garbage pick-up.
So we're driving to chapel this morning, and I see a table out with the neighbor's trash. I was gripped by an overwhelming urge to brake and turn around and nab that table!
Maggie didn't understand. She doesn't remember Nanna's basement. Nobody in my family ever bought tables. We just took one from the stash in my grandma's basement. Why she had a penchant for collecting tables, I do not know. But she did.
And as revealed by this morning's fight with myself over "To dumpster-dive, or not to dumpster-dive? That is the question," there must be a smidge of Nanna's need-for-tables in my genetic make-up.
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I feel that way when I see good things that are being thrown away.
ReplyDeleteThey're still good, why are they not going to Salvation Army or Goodwill? It's so wasteful.