True southern natives.
My neighbor man came home tonight with a whole bunch of stuff in the back of his pickup, and tied to his truck rack.
What kind of stuff?
Stuff his wife didn't want, but he insisted she make room for.
He came home with it all, they argued about the pile of crap as she calls it, and he won the battle, unloaded it in the house, and left for the bar.
He warned her first, that it must all be put away when he comes home.
She called me up, told me what he brought and what he said, and told me to come take a look.
I went over and yup, it is indeed crap.
Old dining chairs that are in really bad shape, another television that probably doesn't work, a big padded foot stool with worn and faded fabric, and a set of old pots and pans, and many more items like knick knacks and old lamps.
He thinks it's all good stuff of course, she thinks it's junk and I agree.
No clue what she'll do with it all, but she probably has until about 11pm to figure it out.
Crazy junk collecting man.
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Posted by: John | February 7, 2008 2:43 AM
There are probably people like that up here, too. You should see some of the junk I've put out on the curb, that people take before the garbage truck gets here.
As long as I don't have to have it in my house, I don't care.
Posted by: Christine | February 7, 2008 10:13 AM
So, let me get this straight. Crazy Junkman heads off to the bar and demands that the crap be dealt with by the time he comes back, and his wife is trying to figure it out on deadline. Must be true love. If it were me, he would come home to his junk and nothing else.
Posted by: sherry | February 10, 2008 9:37 AM