You know what I did last night? Our monthly rural recycling pick-up day is today, and we usually spend the evening before scurrying around gathering up bottles, cans, and junk mail to drag out to the roadside.
It occurred to me that there was a great big cardboard envelope, neatly labeled "HATE MAIL", which has been the repository for communications from collectors, etc. for the last year or so. The stuff would come in, I'd drop it in the envelope. Well, shoot - with the discharge behind me at last, I don't need to keep any of that stuff any more, do I?
I was about to drop it in the recycling, when suddenly that didn't seem quite... final enough. We had been planning to build a fire outside and roast some veggies anyway, and we'd be needing some kindling.
I cannot tell you how it felt to watch Cohen & Scumowitz's letterhead going up in flames...
It occurred to me that there was a great big cardboard envelope, neatly labeled "HATE MAIL", which has been the repository for communications from collectors, etc. for the last year or so. The stuff would come in, I'd drop it in the envelope. Well, shoot - with the discharge behind me at last, I don't need to keep any of that stuff any more, do I?
I was about to drop it in the recycling, when suddenly that didn't seem quite... final enough. We had been planning to build a fire outside and roast some veggies anyway, and we'd be needing some kindling.
I cannot tell you how it felt to watch Cohen & Scumowitz's letterhead going up in flames...
I'll be so relieved to get rid of my own box of hate mail.
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