I have 2 closets in my bedroom but it’s just me that lives here. One of the closets is for storage.
At some point in my life I acquired a Blockbuster Video membership keyring card. There hasn’t been a Blockbuster in this town for 5 years. I’ve been with Netflix since 2003.
This keyring card somehow ended up on the floor of my second closet.
I see it every time I open the closet (3-4 times a year) but I never pick it up. Last time it scooted out beyond the door and I just kicked it back in.
What sort of thing have you just…left there? Maybe a comic you tacked to your bulletin board 20 years ago? A piece of duct tape that used to hold something together but just hangs there all dried out? A half of a broken toy that’s been rotting in your backyard since your college-aged kids still played with toys?
Surely everyone has something like this that just sits there.
Oh god, you found my hot button. Nothing enrages me more than pulling something out of the fridge that’s gone bad and one of my family members saying “Oh yeah I was going to eat that yesterday but I noticed it was bad”
Gah!
Whyyyyyy would you put it back in the fridge? Why? sobs
I left the strap to my bathing suit in the bottom of my beach bag for about a year. Until the cat peed on the bag and I had to wash it. Then I put the strap away. I just found another strap to another bathing suit on my back porch. Presumably, it was also in a beach bag at one point and has not yet found its way back into the house.
I just picked up all the old battered dog toys my 15 year old Boston terrier left behind (she died in April). But only because I just got another dog (yea me!) and I thought she should have some new toys to scatter around. She has already killed her new pink beachball. I just left it there, on the deck, all deflated.
Also, every time a pet dies, I take the battery out of the clock and leave it set at the time of the pet’s death. I now have three stopped clocks in my house and I no longer remember which clock goes to which dead pet.
I could probably make a list of shit like this all day.
I have a $50 gift certificate to a local restaurant stuck to my refrigerator that was issued in 2001. It’s a restaurant I rarely go to, and I never got around to using the gift certificate back when it was given to me. Now it’s just a memento of the event that prompted the gift.
There is a large rock on one of the kitchen windowsills. It was there when we moved in. It will likely be there when we leave. There’s no reason for a rock to be there - it isn’t holding anything in place or serving any other purpose. We just don’t have any reason to get rid of it, really, because it’s just a rock and it’s not like it’s bothering anyone.
When I got married over five years ago, we decorated the car and included fake flowers laid out on the little platform by the rear windshield. The flowers stayed until the car was sold… earlier this year.
There’s a locked trunk in my attic. It was there when we moved in in 2008, and it might be there when we move out, um, someday. Or die, one of the two.
For stuff that’s my doing, there’s we have one closet that might be a black hole. We put things in there, but I don’t think anything ever comes out.
My whole apartment is a big “just left it like that.”
What’s odd, however, is that suddenly a padlock and two matching keys have appeared on my couch. I have no idea where they’re from or how they got there. They showed up right around the time I last used my suitcase, so maybe they came with it and camoe out when I unpacked – but there doesn’t seem to be any way to lock my suitcase.
Oh yeah, I forgot – when I moved into my last apartment, there was a can of bacon and lettuce soup in the cupboard. I never threw it out because I thought someone might want it someday. I lived there for 15 years, the last 9 of which I lived alone.
I have a crucifix over the front and back doors. We were both baptized as Catholics but he’s lapsed and I’m agnostic. The crucifixes were there when we moved in and we just didn’t bother taking them down. They’re not hurting anyone. In my case, I’m just too lazy. I’d have to get a step stool to take them out. I don’t know why my boyfriend doesn’t bother but he has admitted that he finds them a bit creepy.
Other than that, I have bunches of things that just get left around and never picked up (broken earbuds in my bedside table, little plastic missiles on the bookshelf for long gone RC plane, etc.)
When I do this, it’s because I’m waiting for the garbage to fill up, and I don’t want the spoiled food rotting in the trash can if I just recently changed the bag. I’ll wait a day or two until the bag is ready to be thrown out, and then take any spoiled food out of the fridge all at once.
When I moved into my condo in July 2007, some of the Rubbermaid storage boxes I’d used to move just weren’t high on my priority list, so I stacked them against the wall of my dining room. Some tool boxes and power tools got stacked in the “breakfast nook” area of my kitchen. They all stayed more or less exactly where I set them down for something like 9 months until a party my girlfriend and I were planning for a friend forced me to move them outside to my storage room.
Under a built-in cabinet, I found a 4c unused stamp and some kid’s paystub from Jack In the Box circa 1965. We just put them back under there for someone else to find someday.
