My husband never throws anything away. Our garage looks like a minefield of tools, old lamps that "still work" even though there is no shade and the pole is a little bent, wood pieces, yada yada, ad infinitum. The attic of the garage still has stuff--perfectly good don'tcha know--that was salvaged when our house burned down TWENTY FOUR YEARS AGO.
Now you see, oui?
Well, Poppers' pack-rattishness worked out to a friend's advantage today. A couple of years ago I succumbed to the pressure of the 8 pound ORECK ads and sent the check. The thing of beauty graces my house and the thing of ugly--although perfectly good--went into the dumper. Or so I thought. Actually it went into the nether regions of the garage. Because if it's "perfectly good" it does not get thrown away.
It just so happened that a friend asked to borrow our vacuum, as hers died a smoky-belt-burning death. I had the ORECK all packed and ready to go. Poppers came in and asked me where the vacuum was going. I told him and he said, "Why don't you just give her the old green one?"
"Oh, honey, I threw that away years ago." I said.
"Huh."
Ten minutes later he came in with the old green vacuum.
I cleaned 'er up and gave 'er a new home.
Sometimes living with a pack-rat is a good thing. For someone else, I mean.
7 comments:
Thank you guys!! :)
Aren't vacuums weird? If they don't suck they suck, and if they do suck, they don't suck.
Ba dum dum.
That's where that that came from.
THANK YOU NOSERS!
I'd love to see you on that HGTV show, "Cash in the Attic" - you'd make thousands!
the only problem is when eli brings various "treasures" down from the attic.
Hahaha. That's too funny. My husband errs the other way--throws everything out that he thinks maybe we might never need again, and SO OFTEN I'm having to re-buy stuff that he'd gotten rid of. Sigh. I'm happy your vacuum found a happy home.
Brillig,
I am vacuum happy!!
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