Today we ran out of trash bags. In this house, we don’t like that idea at all. < < shiver > >
We both have messy families. The we being the Mr. and I. So, due to past relationships with trash, we both feel more secure with a large box of bags under the kitchen sink.
We stopped at the last store available on our drive home. I run in real quick to locate and obtain said target, plus some bleach spray and window cleaner (our other must have supplies).
I’m figuring cost per bag per gallons when this lady comes up to me and says, “They must be running a good deal if your getting those ones too.”
I look down and realize I have the large box of largest bags they have available. “Yeah,” I said, “looks like these are it.”
She looks over at the family sized option and says, “Oh, I didn’t realize they have an 80 bag one.”
“They are only 13 gallons,” I inform her. “Too small for us. We use the large ones so we don’t have to empty our trash can every 6.5 minutes.”
“We do the same. My husband keeps asking me how I make so much trash,” She says.
“My husband says the exact same thing. So, I told him, I throw stuff away and he takes out the trash or we become hoarders. He has those two options.” Is my response.
“That’s so funny, I’ve said the same thing to mine! Which is funny because I used to clean homes for hoarders. I had this one woman who would eat tootsie rolls and watch tv. She’d throw the wrappers on the floor and I’d come to clean and have 4 or 5 bags worth of trash each time. If they’d just throw away their trash they really could have saved a ton of money and not needed me.”
Hello Batman, what did that woman just say? TOOTSIE ROLLS?
Flashback to day 3 of my trip (I have yet to finish writing).
Every time I hear the words “tootsie roll” I want to puke.
I wanted to ask her if she somehow worked for my mother. Which would be funny… because her house wasn’t clean, but filled with melted tootsie rolls which I stuck my hands in more times than I could count in one day.
We shared a few hoarding jokes/stories and I moved on to secure target 2 and 3.
It seems since I’ve opened up a bit more about my secret, I’ve been running into more and more people who are either related to a hoarder or worked for one or grew up next door to one.
Next time I hope to be brave enough to say, “You worked for a hoarder, but I’m the daughter of one.”