OK, here’s another rant. Another pet peeve. Storage Centers.
I know, I know, sometimes your really need a place to stick some stuff for a short period. Aunt Millie died, and left you her antique dining room set, but there’s no room for it in your one-bedroom apartment. Next year, when you finally buy your house, you really want to use Aunt Millie’ treasures. A storage center is just the place for you. That’s cool.
My beef is with the folks who go out and rent a storage bin just because they have too much shit. We are big on acquisition in this country—gotta have the newest, latest, greatest…gotta shop shop shop. Malls are the place to be seen, more visited than churches, libraries and the beach combined. (My estimate—I have absolutely no data to back up that statement. It’s a rant, damn it, not a scientific treatise.)
We are much less likely to get rid of stuff. Maybe it’s guilt for buying the new shit. We know the old one is still perfectly good, so we can’t throw it out. Besides, we may want it someday. So we stick it in the closet….or under the bed…in the basement or the attic or the garage. And when we cannot fit anything else in the house, do we begin to divest ourselves of our shit?
Why should we? Sam’s Super Storage Shop is just down the street. And for a small sum—well, not really small, but not too substantial—Sam will be happy to take in all your extra shit. In climate controlled comfort, if needed. Safe, and dry, and out of your way, until you need it.
And when will you need it? Later.
Yeah, right.
I have found that, in general, a person’s use of profanity is directly proportional to his/her education.
Too bac the “lady” has no vocabulary!
sh-t & more sh-t for a sh-t blog. The sh-t gets a little tiresome.