Hello, my name is Charles. I've sat on the sideline for weeks watching this woman unload box after box. What's the problem with humans? Why can't there be a couple of boxes and they're done?
I used ONE box when I moved. Having two bowls, one for water and one for food, I'm flabbergasted at the multi-sets of glasses and dishes! There's my winter snug-coat and two pairs of little boots. ~And my smallish bed and 'bloop' my favorite stuffed toy.... one box!
It's obscene, I tell you. Thousands of possessions marching through the doors; a never-ending story of 'packaholics'.
It's hard for me to understand... all that fluff... for what?
Are you done?
