Moving Day From Ardmore, PA.

So I helped my 89 year old Aunt move out of her apartment today. When anyone moves, there are always people there seeing what they can "get" from the stuff that won't be "moved". Here's the conversation that I heard her having with her 91 year old sister:

Aunt Jane: Margaret you don't want that. It's broken.

Aunt Margaret: I'll get it fixed.

Aunt Jane: No. The top is separated from the bottom, it's not worth it.

Aunt Margaret: I think I want it.

I walk in the kitchen and the item they're discussing?

A plastic dish rack.

And if you'll excuse me I need to get myself gussied up for a fancy cocktail party I'm going to. Mmmmm hmmm.