A Tale of Two Piles

Tuesday, October 13th, 2009

Once I actually took the time to call a bunch of companies, asking them not to send me catalogs anymore.  Since then, they’ve somehow managed to sneak back in.  (I’m looking at you, Guitar Center.)  The only mail that ever interests me is wedding invitations and Netflix.  The rest just piles up on a table by the front door until I eventually throw it all away.

Shama suggested that maybe if that table weren’t there I’d just throw it away immediately instead of letting it accumulate.  It seemed like a good idea, so we moved the table into the dining room.

Unfortunately, further testing disproved her theory:

pile1

A few weeks later she suggested that “maybe we should move your pile table back”

pile2

Aaaahhhhh.

Comments

Is that a Walkman?

Why, yes. Yes it is. I found an old tape that I thought might be the Late Night Radio Television Network. It wasn’t. I was disappointed.

Why don’t you cut out the middle man and just put a trash can there?

~ Dave Innis      

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