Dad, we're NEVER GONNA USE THIS SHIT!!!

My mom's a packrat and when my dad throws out her stuff when she's not around, she promptly goes batshit insane. It's not without merit because (among many many other things) we have a cupboard full of used, clean starbucks cups. Various outings to starbucks would always include my mom diligently reminding us "Don't throw away the cups, I want them".

It's really hilarious because my mom claims to keep these things in case we need to use them in the future but when I asked her a couple weeks ago to dig me up some index card, she couldn't find them. Even though she's accumulated possibly packs upon packs of index cards over the years (filching company stock, drug store closing sales, etc), amongst the hundreds of boxes we have in the garage, she couldn't locate a single index card. She says "I swear I just saw them the other day...", gets tired of looking and I go out to the local CVS to buy a $2 pack of index cards.

Proabably after a lifetime of dealing with my mom's hoarding, I've really adopted my dad's personality in that I'm an unsentimental asshole. I throw away people's letters, pictures, gifts, etc. because I haven't used them and don't forsee using them.

Jam it back in, in the dark.