Sometimes in movies, people leave hastily for one reason or another, and sometimes they say to their husband/wife/roommate/parent, “When I get <wherever>, I’ll send for my things.”
I always picture what happens after that…
This phrase is usually said so casually with such tender trust and the assumption that I’m going to make a huge effort to see to it that when they set up housekeeping in their new location, they are surrounded by all of their beloved possessions.
In truth, if I’m the left behind person, do they really think I’M going to box up all of their crappy stuff (into god knows HOW many boxes), lug the boxes down to UPS, and pay to have them shipped to Outer F8cking Boonie Land? My attitude is if it’s not important enough to take with you now, then you can prolly live without it.
I MIGHT be persuaded to take your clothes, stereo, computer, books, makeup/toiletries, souvenirs, and any furniture of yours I don’t want down to the front yard with a sign on it that says “Free Stuff,” but that’s about all the effort I plan to make.
Now maybe if “I’ll send for my things” means they’re going to mail me a check for a couple thousand dollars so I can hire a moving company to take care of the task, well, yeah, that would work for me.