Yesterday I decided to invest one of my days off to give a sistematina the contents of my closet 4 seasons and I must admit that it's amazing how much stuff you manage to cram in a wardrobe. Not to mention if the wardrobe in question belongs to a gainer.
The fastest part of the pants to be installed: you do a quick sorting and in my case those are divided 58/60 in size from all the others. Of the latter take those size 56, are evaluated quickly (even if they were wearing so little that seems new) and are inserted in the intermediate zone called "purgatory." You never know: it could happen that losing weight at a certain point becomes a duty (knock on wood).
It goes to clothes and does the same thing.
sweaters and shirts have wider margins and you can choose according to your preference (after all who cares if some forms mark a bit 'more than last year?).
End result: three bags full of stuff that blacks discard.
At this point I try to be good will and think what to do with all that stuff, excluding a priori the box for used clothes in the street, already tried in the past, because the collection is poorly organized, and before that happens the people in general steps that you need someone else, giving up the street does not care all that ... and if this were not enough, since that already happened in an attempt to go to rummage in those bins someone has put pens, I decided that I prefer not to be the cause, albeit unintentional, of a call to the creator.
So, while I go to buy cigarettes, I am inspired to make a leap in the parish of the district where, as soon as I expose the issue, the priest looks at me like I was crazy and changing the subject asks me if I'm new to the area ... because it reminds me of never seen even once to church. We miss the little that I want to confess!
I greet him, explaining that the reason for his visit has certainly to do with my desire to convert but if that ever happens ...
I go home and phone to a charity but the answer is that they are already full of so much stuff about which they know that to do with it! On the other hand, the nice lady tells me, I rather think of giving them a small donation. In short, a disaster.
And I thought that things could have been comfortable doing to someone!
Knowing what cost me those leather jackets, those coats, those pants, those jerseys, I refuse to think of throwing them directly in the trash and I know what to do! Ah, thinking about it before!
I start looking for a used clothing shop in the Yellow Pages, and from there I go there I go with 60 €.
On the way back, as usual I find the usual traffic lights nice old lady every day, from morning to night, sells clips, lighters and smiles at me even though I've never been the slightest a penny.
It must be said that unlike many other drivers also and I will smile every time we exchange a few words, as if we were old friends.
But yesterday, things went a bit 'differently, and the expression of amazement that I saw paint on her face when she found herself in the hands those three bills of 20, has some' newspaper broke the spell. However I imagine that today, when the meet will come back to smile at me and I am sure he will selflessly, because it is not with money that you buy the sympathy of anyone.
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