Rachel has the collector gene. I know it. Heather knows it.
These reading glasses broke recently. To avoid her keeping them for an unknown art project to come, I skipped the step that might come a few years down the line and quietly put them in my nearby waste basket.
Yes, you can call me mean, but since she doesn’t read this blog (yet), she won’t hear you. I’m just helping her fight our dreaded collector gene.
Update: check out the comments. Value added – and changed thinking – are reflected there.