By Betty Foxx from Sparkle Abbey’s Pampered Pets Mysteries
My eyes, my eyes! I can’t believe what I saw today. I’d never seen such a sight in my life, and believe me; I’ve seen plenty at my age.
Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. It’s Betty Foxx. In case you don’t remember, I work at Melinda Langston’s Bow Wow Boutique where we sell luxury accessories for pampered pooches. Well, back to my story. We don’t normally make deliveries, but my boss lady—I like to call her Cookie—promised we could make an exception in this case. See, one of our best customers fell off a step ladder a couple of weeks ago and broke her ankle. Poor thing has been confined to her house ever since. Before the unfortunate event, this customer, I’ll call her Isabella to protect her identity, had special ordered a weekend Louis Vuitton travel bag for her Yorkiepoo.
Now, Isabella (remember, that’s what we’re callin’ her) claims she just like to collect things. But I’m here to tell you there were floor to ceiling stacks of papers and overstuffed boxes of unopened merchandise. Christmas figurines, ball caps, bicycle seats, canned food, sealed mail shoved in pile around the front room. Seven televisions sets lined up against the back of the floral print couch, and they were all broken! Every single one. I don’t get why she doesn’t throw it all away. I was about to suggest I take a stack of her junk mail to the recycle bin, but by the anxious expression on her face, I quickly realized that was a bad idea.
I’m not much of a collector of things, but some people are. Music boxes, tea cups, buttons, matchbooks, books. All kinds of things. But today, it became pretty darn clear to me that there’s a big difference between collecting specific things and people who have a real problem – like Isabella.
What about you? Do you collect anything? Have you ever edged near that slippery slope or know someone who has?