Before I continue, here are some more remaining oddities from the box I mentioned yesterday.
- My first pair of glasses. In the original slip case. I got these in 5th grade. It was from that point on that I officially became "somebody who wears glasses". I didn't wear them every day, nor needed to. Just in class when I need to read what was on the board. I had problems with that since 2nd grade, and while moving up to the front row often solved the problem, eventually it was time to no longer depend on that, and take the plunge into the four-eyed world.
My little brother of course found it all the more amusing, and would try to make fun of me, or put them on himself. One night I remember watching TV in the living room, when my brother walked in and sat on the other end of the couch. After a few seconds he cheerfully said, "Hi Billy." I replied back with a skeptical "Hi", not taking my eyes away from the TV. But then I realized that this wasn't a simple greeting he was giving me. He wouldn't walk into a room and do such a thing, especially without conversation. No, this was a "Hi, Billy" as in "I'm doing something and I want you to see it." I rolled my eyes, and looked over at him. He sat there on the couch wearing my glasses, with a wry but dopey grin on his face.
I attacked him and got them back.
And people wonder why we still needed baby sitters up through the age of 12. My parents knew that we'd beat each other to death if we were left alone for more than an hour.
Anyway, as great as the nostalgia may be, they sure don't fit my head, let alone my perscription. I'm best off donating these. I'm sure I have other pairs to donate to. Many optometrists and eyeglass dealers have a bin for donating old lasses. Which makes me wonder if somebody from the same 3rd world country or US ghetto that got one of my old toys, has a child who's getting my glasses too.
- Unicorn ashtray. It's a thick, bronze ashtray. What am I doing with an ashtray, when I don't even smoke? Well my parents used to have this in the living room as a tray for holding our keys. How we ended up with it, is a mystery whose myths go deeper than the unicorn itself. And although I knew a smoker who liked unicorns, I stopped talking to her years ago. So here's another item for the thrift store.
- Stapler remover. I'm wondering just how many of these I have, stowed away in my box o' office supplies. But it now joins that box. I can't imagine a kitchen use for a stapler remover, unless maybe I wanted a really tiresome way of extracting corn kernels from a cob.
- A Bic Pen. And here's the kicker: it works, unlike that "good" pen I threw away yesterday. Don Aslett rightfully pointed out that the reason we usually don't buy expensive pens is because of the known mortality rate of pens. We lose 'em.
- 1/8" to 1/4" Audio Adapter Piece. This probably came with the wireless headphones. Already have several of these, but it doesn't hurt to have one more. I have a special little Tupperware bin I keep these sorts of things in. And into it, it shall go.
- American West headphones. "Complements" of the airline. Usually they let people take home these cheap things, but I wouldn't be surprised if I packed them away out of spite for having a bumped seat and a shitty flight.
- A ceramic tile "Life Sucks and Then You Die" pin. I don't know who gave me this. But I know it had to have been a gift, because I wouldn't buy this on my own. Never, through my entire life, has this ever been a motto of mine. "Other people suck", certainly. But not MY "life sucks". Come to think of it, maybe this IS something that the average thrift store shopper would like.
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