I get sentimental over junk. When I was little my mom sold our rolltop desk, and I started crying. I don’t know why! The guy she sold it to was still there and said, “Lady, if you want it back, the price just went up!”
But now that sentiment has me breaking my neck cruising the garbage on heavy trash day. Thanks to Julai for upping the creep factor on this one. Dang. Talking dirty to trash never sounded so filthy.