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  • First casualty of moving discovered

    90% of all shoes of this household have disappeared. Ok, mostly mine.
    Both pairs of flats, 4 pairs of boots- including my tall black riding boots (that I got for a steal at JCP), 2 pair of heels, and a smattering of random "occasion" shoes. BFs heavy duty work boots, brown casual shoes, a couple of other pairs of shoes. Swim shoes, cleats. I put them all in one bag, and placed that bag next to the door so it would be easy to grab for the next person.

    Nope! It got put to the curb. Likely by my dad who said, "if it was in a bag and tied up it was trash."

  • #2
    Damn that sucks.
    Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

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    • #3
      We had that happen once. My children visit with grandparents over the summer holidays, and one of the kids was being schleped between grandparents by my sister and her husband. One set of grandparents had put several toys/stuffed animals/build a bears/ blankets into a white plastic trash bag for the switch. The OTHER set of grandparents saw "Oh, white trash bag. Must be trash". And there went a ton of various toys and lovies down the drain. Ah, the joy of having it be MY parents that did the throwing out :P.
      But the paint on me is beginning to dry
      And it's not what I wanted to be
      The weight on me
      Is Hanging on to a weary angel - Sister Hazel

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      • #4
        One of the "family stories" from my mother's side of the family dealt with an incident when she was a young girl. Her family moved from one small town to another (with modern highways, around an hour and a half drive - needless to say, it took a lot longer back then). Two family members were doing a "triage" on the family's possessions to see whether each was a "take along" item, or something to be left behind (presumably to be scavenged by neighbours, since this was during the Depression).

        When one of the people asked the other "Does this go?", sometimes there'd be agreement "Yes, it goes", but other times there would be heated debate because the other person didn't think it should go. When they got to the new town, they found out that one of them had assumed "it goes" meant "it goes with us", and the other had assumed it meant "it goes in the garbage".
        Any fool can piss on the floor. It takes a talented SC to shit on the ceiling.

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        • #5
          My Dad did that to my sister once. They were moving in with his girlfriend, and my sister wound up putting a bunch of clothes in trash bags. Which Dad threw out. Luckily, all of her favorite clothes happened to be at Mom's house that week.
          The High Priest is an Illusion!

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