My day started out getting into trouble. Again......See, I like to collect stuff. Not actually collect but not wanting to throw anything out. Particularly my old running shoes. They have carried me for many a mile and I have become attached to them.
Sue Doesn't understand this. All she sees are running shoes that are somewhat tattered, worn out and, well, dirty. Bit smelly too.
"Doug, I was starting to clean out the closet in the basement. Guess what I found?"
"I don't know. I assume you are going to tell me.."
"Eleven pairs of old running shoes which, I seem to recall, you were going to toss out. Like three months ago."
"I Was?"
"Yep. They were originally in another box in the garage. They seem to have mysteriously made their way to the basement."
I had no answer other than to admit I had moved them as I had to check them out to see if the running shoes were still usable.......That brought a sigh from Sue.
"Well," said Sue, "I am going to give you like 1/2 hour to check out those icky shoes....Then out they go."
So i did as I was told. Checked the shoes out, said goodbye to them and, sadly with a tear or two, turned them over to Sue. She then looked them over and, none of them being worth saving, put them into the garbage bin.......After she goes to bed I'm thinking I might just, you know......