At volunteer work, like everywhere else, I have things I particularly enjoy. For me, the thrill of opening a suitcase on the mountain o' crap we sift through makes a day worthwhile. The suitcases often come from estates,
don't you just hate it when things interrupt (like work)
will finish this later
Anyway, the suitcases often contain items from estates. I like these, because that is then the crimplene, the lapels, the synthetics and the walkshorts come thick and fast. How many old men died for my retro trouser collection? Countless. This suit case was an old vulcanite job, rich with promise. Upon opening I was delighted to see an entire collection of old man trousers, stubbie brand! What a shame most of them were unspeakably stained. Its an unfortunate result of volunteer work, but now whenever I shop for trousers my first port of call is the crotch.
Moving right along... we got two pairs with the tags still attached (36" waist, compared with 38" for the others - maybe he was planning to slim?). One of the worn pairs of trousers had pay slips from 1978 in them. After a 40 hour week, with over time, $400. And I'm sorry Julie, but I don't think Pat can make it in for those extra shifts.
Wednesday, 23 May 2007
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