Re-Gifting, All Over Again

There is way too much stuff stored in some people's attics. Sometimes it makes me glad I don't yet have a place of my own, that instead I'm renting an apartment that has no good hidden nooks and crannies in which to stuff decades worth of old unread junk mail. Or not-so-junk mail. Although I may suspect that there's a pocket in space/time that enjoys living on my entryway table. But that's unimportant now.

Some people manage to collect several lifetimes' worth of stuff. Their stuff from the time they got married, you might manage to find a present or two, still wrapped, untouched. They have stuff from their children, from their grandchildren. Stuff from their neighbors and their pets from the decades they've lived in the house.

Enough stuff, and they might fear that their roof will collapse, that their pantry may have no more room for food, or that it might reach critical mass and take out a third of the country. So, when it reaches that point, they decide it's time to get rid of some stuff. Otherwise, where're they going to put more of it?

Garage sales are the boon of anyone that has been in such a position. Making space, making money, remembering the past long forgotten. And it's the boon of anyone that shows up, as they find the holy grail, marked down to $0.20. Garage sales are obviously the way to go, more people should use them.

But some people don't, and those people really should learn. They end up just giving stuff away, pulling random junk from their attic in hopes to get it out their door. And for them, this might work well...

...if they made sure the giftee actually takes the package with them.

I wonder if I'm going to get a box in the mail, or if grandpa's going to just give me the same gift again next year. Assuming, of course, that he finds my box in his attic.