I’ve talked before about what it’s like to be the child of a hoarder.
There are VERY rare occasions when it’s a good thing, like when I end up with some funky old bowling lockers from the bowling alley where my dad works:
funky, old bowling locker post here
I really do love those lockers.
Derek doesn’t have my father’s cell phone number in his phone (but I bet he will after today), so when the number popped up he didn’t know who it was and he answered it.
Derek, being the nice guy that he is, agreed to drive out to the Army base so he could get this pile of junk and haul it to my parents’ house:
… yes, that’s a traffic cone !!
That’ll teach him!!
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Things like this just confirm my belief that D is a really good guy. Who knows maybe we will get to keep that traffic cone for our troubles …. BONUS !!
Well, you can never have enough traffic cones, right?
That’s EXACTLY what I was thinking. We can start collecting them and keep them in the basement next to the two boxes of bowling pins that my father gave us (oh how I wish I were kidding).