The Squire and I go for a walk every morning except Sunday. We have to leave at 7:30 to get to church, and that just doesn’t leave us enough time, so we set out after supper and do our two laps around the complex. Right now, it is quite cool – bordering on chilly (60-F) – but by mid-day it’s usually in the 80s. By7 PM, it’s started to cool down again, and it’s perfect for a walk. Even here, in the ‘high rent district’ people can be slobs, and I frequently pick up candy wrappers and other bits of trash. Last night was no exception. I had collected three pieces by the time we were done, and The Squire joked that I needed to start carrying a bag. When I stopped to put my little collection into the dumpster, I noticed a tapestry bag tossed to one side, and being me, I grabbed it and dragged it out. When I came around the corner, The Squire rolled his eyes – he does that a lot – but I just reminded him that he’d told me I needed a bag, so I got one.
When we got home, I dumped everything on the bed. TEN pair – count ’em! – of very nice women’s slacks. Several were “velvet” and would be nice for the holidays, and one still had tags. The bag itself was American Tourister.
I simply do NOT understand home people can just trash things that are still useful. This entire “catch” will go around the corner to Tabitha’s tomorrow morning.
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