I spent 9 days in Nebraska helping my mother sort through all of my father and brother's things and helped her get ready for a massive yard sale - something she's never done in her 71 years of existence. As a somewhat prim lady, she was extremely dubious about mingling with people she didn't know who might be handling our stuff. And of course, I was extremely too radical for her.
Mom: "What's this 'free bin'?"
Me: "That's where people pick up and take home crap that is broken or doesn't work or just plain awful and you don't have to throw it out. It's also a fun way to shame people publicly who are rude or cheap - you say 'obviously, our items are too refined for your tastes - let me direct you to the free bin'."
Mom: "That's just mean."
Me: "Did you forget who you were talking to?"
Thanks to my iPhone, I chronicled the time there on Facebook. It ended up being a lot of fun with Mom finally achieving a great, relaxed place and banking a little cash.
To be continued....