I’ve been storing this trash can for the past five years. It’s stupid, I know. It’s my friend’s childhood trash can. (I knew that was lame before I typed it, but it didn’t sound that lame in my head.) His dad bought that trash can when he was still in diapers, and they took it with them each time they moved throughout the years.

Ultimately, it ended up in the first house my friend bought. He sold that house in the middle of the pandemic in 2020. He was living in another state by then, and since I lived less than a mile away, I handled a lot of the clean out that was necessary. He asked me to grab the trash can out of the garage, and I did, thinking he would be come get it in a few weeks. Oh how wrong I was.

He hasn’t been back until today. When he called this evening, to see if he could stop by, I thought I might finally be rid of this old trash can, but then, he pulled up in a small sedan. Drat!

It’s stupid, I know. A normal person would toss it, but I understand the value of sentimentality., especially after the past coupe of months. Maybe one day, I’ll take a trip out to see him, and I can take the stupid can with me.