Monday, January 29, 2018

Packrat excavations

I'm now deep in the bowels of my layers of old boxes -- pruning, in preparation from moving from a place with practically infinite storage space to a place where I assume there will be none -- and among the gobs of stuff I've found are about thirteen DSL modems. Or forty-seven. I've lost count.

I'm responsibly bringing them to the town's e-waste disposal center, so don't worry about that. But, sheesh, I am starting to wonder how many phone companies have me on some obsolete shitlist for never returning their once-precious gear.

(And fantasizing about how annoying it would be to them, were I actually now to return these things, as once COMMANDED, in the accompanying paperwork, received lo those many years ago.)

2 comments:

M. Bouffant said...

"a place with practically infinite storage space to a place where I assume there will be none"

Geeze, are you going to prison, or the old folks' home?

bjkeefe said...

Heh. That did sound a little drastic, didn't it? No, I'm just going to be moving to a small apartment, so it seems best for someone of my nature -- someone who keeps everything that "might be handy to have someday" -- to assume that there will be no room to store anything. I mean, sure, there'll probably be a closet. And a spare corner. But nothing, compared to what I've enjoyed in the past few places.

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