... is another man's treasure.
When I am bored silly, I go shopping in the aisles of the Stationery Store... Staples, to be precise. And I am a sucker for bargains. Consequently, I have a huge supply of assorted ball point pens.
In order to dispose of some before they dry out and are completely useless I put a double hand full in a container on my table in the dining room.
"Oh," said one of my table mates, picking up a bright green one, "may I have this?"
This reminded me of a day long ago when I had been cleaning up the backyard. I filled a trailer with ivy clippings that I had trimmed from the hedge. I needed to take them to the dump.
In order to secure the ivy in the trailer, I covered it all with a worn out plastic swimming pool cover and wedged it down with a junk television antenna. While I was driving to the dump a gust of wind caught the pool cover and blew it and the television antenna into the street.
Before I could turn around,one passer by had grabbed the useless old pool cover, and another had grabbed the old television antenna, and both took off with them. I laughed out loud. I turned back toward the dump and slowly proceeded, careful not to let too much ivy blow out.
As I was unloading the ivy cuttings at the dump, another driver hailed me. "If I plant that, will it grow?"
I said yes and he took the ivy cuttings.
One man's junk is another man's treasure.