My Parents, the Hoarders
Just a light-hearted hoarder story today. 
Have I ever mentioned that my parents are hoarders? Well, they are. Not as bad as the ones shown on TV, but having grown up in poverty, my parents keep everything.
Just to give you an idea of what I’m talking about, I present to you Exhibit A and Exhibit B.
Exhibit A: One room in the house
What are in the boxes? JUNK.
JUNK. JUNK. JUNK.
(Yes that’s a bed frame to the left, unassembled).
EXHIBIT B: Their living room
No joke, that is a couch underneath with EMPTY BOXES or boxes filled with JUNK filled on top.
This is what their house NORMALLY looks like, and my mom is sick over cleaning it, but all she does is move junk from one room to another so it’s a never ending cycle.
THE STORY OF TWO FREE EXERCISE MACHINES
A neighbour was throwing out two awful exercise machines, a bike and a treadmill and offered it to my parents.
My mom jumped at the chance, because all she heard was: FREE and she was sold.
When I came back two months afterwards to find these two monstrosities in the living room, and the conversation went a little something like this.
BF: *calling from the house* Er… there’s a gym in your parent’s home now. So be prepared for that.
EM: WHAT? Mom!!!!
Mom: Oh yeah, a neighbour was throwing them out. Free! FREE!
EM: *face palm* Just because it’s free it doesn’t mean you should take it.
Mom: Well your dad thought it was a good idea for me to have them just in case it rains or is too cold for me to walk outside. Plus, it’s in front of the TV.
EM: Mom…………..
Mom: FREE! They were FREE!
A week went by and I silently watched as the machines collected dust, unused and an eyesore in the living room.
She used them for everything BUT exercising, from hanging laundry to even hanging PLANTS on them.
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