I'm a "getaridderofer".
It's the exact opposite of a hoarder.
I enjoy getting rid of things. I don't know why I am this way, but I do know I blame my mother. ( if you can't blame your mother for this, what's the point?)
If it hasn't been used, touched or looked at in the past 30 seconds, I put it away. Into the garbage can. Or I give it to Goodwill. Or I set it on the curb. I was born this way. Lots of people call it OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) but I don't. I just blame my mother.
Anyway you can imagine the thrill I got today because I had to take some stuff to the landfill. 'Le dump.' Oh zee sights and zee SMELLS ...
But what I mostly want to tell you about is the woman who works there.
'Cause she's made of true grit and can talk on the phone and eat a grilled cheese sandwich even with that smell. I know because she never got off the phone the whole time I was paying and I watched her eat...and chew...and talk.
She's gives very good advice by the way. "So what if you did say that?! That don't give him the right to blab it to everybody else."
I wholeheartedly agree.