I hate the person who invented totes. You know what I’m
talking about. Totes are those plastic bins that come in all shapes and sizes
so you can store stuff that really should be thrown out but you’re not quite
ready to part with.
When we downsized our mother from a four bedroom house to a
one bedroom apartment, we discovered that she is a tote-aholic. This woman had an inventory of totes that
would rival Target’s distribution center.
Seriously, the woman had totes.
Going through them was an adventure. I discovered loads of totes filled
with my father’s clothes. My dad had been gone for over two years but she held
on to his clothes in totes that were piled high in the basement. I was in awe wondering how she got them
stacked so high without the benefit of a forklift.
We had to get rid of them all, but where? I decided to haul the totes to the Goodwill full of the
stuff rather than empty them. After all,
an empty tote is an open invitation to get more stuff. And then, you need to store it. I say we get rid of all the totes and take
back our lives.
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