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Nice one. I agree that the hardest part of hoarding potentially useful stuff is being able find it 5 years later when I finally have a use for it.
There's an episode of Malcolm in the Middle where Hal and Lois discover they have a downstairs bathroom that got so filled with junk they forgot about it.
I literally have dreams about that happening at my place. Like, often dream about searching through the garage for a box or something and I open a door to a hallway that leads to a totally different part of our house that we forgot about since we moved in.
Like I said, I live in an apartment and I've never mown a lawn in my life.
One day I was in rural Pennsylvania on the way to a camping trip. We stop at a mall to pick up last minute supplies. There's a display of riding lawn mowers outside.
I'm sitting on one like a child on a mechanical horsey