and he called 'me' a packrat!
I asked dear bf if he would drop off some misc plastics at the recycling place in his town (he lives an hour away). He agreed to since my recycling place just accepts plastics number 1 and 2.
I sent 4 old faded grungy looking plastic lawn chairs I had not used in years, and was tired of just storing. I told him to 'not' put them in the plastic dumpster, but instead set them beside it, as someone might like them for around a campfire, or their garage, hunting spot, etc.
Well you know what? He kept them...said he thought he could use them in 'his' garage.
I also sent a whole box of new duct pipe with him. I was tired of storing it, (20 years is long enough!) knew no one who wanted/needed it, and asked him to set it beside the metal dumpster...in case someone found it that needed it. Guess what...He is still hauling it around...decided he might need it.
I sure got 2 good laughs on him and now call him a packrat.