I’m at my friend O’s house this morning. Her Dad just dropped by and gave her a half eaten tub of pate. O explains: We have this thing in my family called The Crap Exchange. You know, where useless bits of stuff is exchanged among us. The last time I saw my sister it was bubble wrap, but hey, she’s moving. And Dad’s going away for two weeks, so it makes sense that he give me his half-eaten pate.
Yes, O, I see the sense.
Do you have The Crap Exchange at your place? What treasures go around?