The Towel
November 17th 2010 21:00
As I mentioned two posts ago, I use things until they fall apart. If it’s something that’s in good condition but I am truly sick of, I give them to one of my neighbours, who does a lot of charity work. She welcomes my unwanted goods; it gives her more merchandise to sell whenever the charity has a stall.
When Brett was here a few nights ago, he went to the bathroom and next thing I knew he was drying his hands on my old, tattered towel even though there was a perfectly nice towel sitting right next to it. I call the latter the guest towel for obvious reasons.
“That towel looks like my cats have been at it,” he said before asking me why I still hung onto it.
The reason is simple: During my extensive years as an apartment dweller, I have experienced two floods. That’s where the old raggedly looking towel comes in handy. It’s so thick it’s amazing how much water it can absorb. My friend Fred the caretaker also keeps a handy supply of old towels in his toolshed for the same reason.
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