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Sharing this picture which embodies sufficient WTF to warrant sharing on this blog. 

Yes. a box of books. Roughly 50 books in a 5 gallon Roughneck, which SHOULD have been an easy "hit and run" type of errand, dropping off at Good Will. Only, what's that? Yeah. No. I couldn't drop off the bushel of books because my mother, apparently, was in the habit of dumping her used hypodermics in with her books. Why? I haven't a clue, as she had both, a garbage pail AND a sharps container within easy reach of her recliner. My upper lip snarls up in disgust thinking of it.

Natural Consequence

This is the natural and only consequence of tucking one's knitting needles into one's couch cushions, POINTS UP, when there are rambunctious children in the house. 

Thank the universal powers that be, that it went clear through and did not hit any nerves or major arteries in the process.