I think I've mentioned my efforts in reorganizing my ammunition and reloading supplies. It's been awful hot out in the garage even with the door open. So I rush in to sort and stack then rush back out.
During one of my hot dashes I came across this bundle. It had fallen behind some ammo cans. Said to myself, "Self, what have we here...."
I return to my labors. I stretch and tug and move debris from my path and reach down and pull out a plastic bag. Sweat drips into my eyes. I say a few choice words. Slap the bag down and I hear this 'clank.' I ignore it in a mad dash back inside for a tall glass of iced tea.
As I drink and soak in the cool air I remembered that 'clank.' Back in the heat of the demon garage I bend and grab the plastic bag. Self asked, "What have we now."
I own too much stuff.