My father is a pack rat. It seems like he saves everything – empty coffee cans, old computer monitors, broken stereo speakers – you name it, and Dad might have one or three out in his storage building. He’s even been known to pocket a few twisty tie things from break loaves in his day.
I mean, honestly. It drives my mother up the wall.
However, Dad’s pack rat tendencies have come to the rescue on more than one occasion. Whenever something malfunctions, it seems like all he has to do is wade through his hodgepodge of junk to find a tool, …read more