Seems like the Johannesburg airport could have named their duty free shops after something that sounded a lot less like animal poop.
Big Five Duty (Free)
Someday …
… when I have some free time, I’m going to put massive pieces of heavy furniture that I no longer want at the edge of my drive way with a big “Free” sign on it.
Then I’m going to sit by my front window with a box of popcorn and watch as people struggle to get the monstrous bookcases, chests, and chairs into their cars.
Thanks to Stefan Bech on Flickr.
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Benefits of owning a 4×4 vehicle
Having a Jeep is great for staying steady on slick streets and for successfully reaching bumpy, backroad trailheads.
A Jeep is also great for claiming free furniture on the side of the road.
Buh-yah new dresser!
Thanks to LizMarie_AK on Flickr.
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Layovers
I had a layover in Dallas on my way from Denver to Chicago.
Have another layover in Kansas City on my way from Chicago to Denver.
Spending extra time in airports is far from my favorite thing to do.
On the up-side, I’ll get four complimentary beverages instead of two.
Sweet.
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Recycled free stuff
So Mike is in the process of moving. Not far, just to a different apartment and into his own room.
We were chatting this morning, and he mentioned that he plans to get rid of some stuff–just leave it on the side of the road for the many Boulder scavengers to sift through and snag.
His one reservation is that I’ll come over and start bragging about the new free stuff I got.
“Court! I’m trying to get rid of that!”
Hmmm … I suppose it’s a valid concern.
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What’s a girl to do?
So picture this.
You’re out on your morning run. It’s early for a Saturday, about 7:30.
You’ve got another 30 minutes to go in the jog to get in your full hour, but you’re feeling fine, so there’s no worries, not too much huffing and puffing.
But then you see it. A sign. And big bold letters: FREE STUFF.
And it’s not bad stuff either.
So do you run by, hoping that if you dash back home, which lies a considerable distance away, that the schwag will still be there when you get back with your car?
Do you run by, lamenting to yourself, but admitting you probably didn’t need any of it anyways?
Or do you snag the best couple of things, a book and a four-foot-long photo board, and run back home, awkwardly, and wondering all the while if a cop is going to pull over and chastise you for robbing the Salvation Army?
My thoughts: Damn, it’s hard to pass up free.