I just threw out* a couple square yards of unpopped bubble wrap.
I have always kept boxes, because of parental pressure that “you will need the box if you have to take it back or ever move!” so I keep boxes. However I know web-order most everything I buy of substance. So I not only kept the manufacturer boxes, I also kept the brown box that Amazon or Walmart or Acme’s discount sex toys sent it in.
The problem was I live in a smallish apartment, And one of the reasons I originally like it was a huge walk in closet. Not for clothes , but for real stuff. Unfortunately My huge walk-in closet became a stumble-in closet, then a fight-in closet, a lean-in closet, a stretch-your-arm in closet, and finally a archeological rumor of where a closet once existed behind the detritus of dozens of UPS deliveries covering the east quadrant of my bedroom. However today I needed something I knew was at the very back of the excavation.
So I dived in an started throwing out old brown boxes, and several manufacturer boxes that didn’t make the cut. And as I was preparing them for disposal I dug through them to make sure nothing of value had fallen into any of them. Which of course exposed quite a treasure of bubble wrap.
But I have no time for a orgy of popping right now, so they will remain unpopped, until the trash truck compacts them.
I use" threw out" in loose way as all the boxes are actually still staged in my living room for transfer to the trash/recycling area. I estimate one mGC(milli Grand Canyon) of box volume being disposed of, which will take maybe 15 trips, or 2 hours of cutting and smashing and 4 trips.
And the latest results from the eternal struggle Cleaning vs wolfman.
Cleaning 1, wolfman 0 (dnf).
Since my enormous volume of boxes was too big for the recycle receptacle I had to wait till this weekend to finish disposal. So I carried the next load, a huge pile of broken down boxes and my weekly normal trash.
I couldn’t see where I was going, but i know where the damn trash area is right?
:smack:
One badly twisted ankle. One pulled abdominal muscle, One bleeding chin from where it landed on the curb, and the resulting bit tongue(Belowing Fuuuuu… right before gravity and cement slams your mouth closed tends to do that).
Ouchie. Clearly this is why your mother told you never to throw out boxes.
On a different note, if you’re using an Acme discount sex toy, do you run the risk of having it explode in a comical fashion, leaving you unharmed but covered in soot with a quizzical expression on your face?
