Over the weekend I got a storage unit by my house. I got it for some of the douchey car parts that I have been stock piling. I buy and sell Defender parts, trying to pretend that the sales support my habit/hobby, but that is nonsense for another post. This post is really about how awesome having a storage unit is. I got one in this huge warehouse where I type in some secret code, go through a gate and drive through a huge warehouse until I get to my unit. Most of the stuff in the unit is crap and makes me realize I should have rented a dumpster instead of a storage unit, but some how I love having it. When I drive my car in I am typically alone and for some reason feel like I am going to some secret lair full of my hidden treasures. I am such a douche for thinking that since the unit has nothing but useless car parts, a window air conditioner and a single speed mountain bike sitting in it. Who knows, I just love having this pad locked room full of crap at my disposal. I just wish it was full of mego batman dolls and vintage rolexes. A douche can dream. I actually wrote this post a few months ago and forgot to publish it. Since then I have become obsessed with storage wars. There are at least eighteen shows on cable right now where people go to storage unit auctions and end up with amazing treasures. I might have to change my career dreams from nazi hunter to storage unit treasure hunter. I will write that business plan on my other blog.
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