Gross Miscalculations About Lost FriendshipsBy
For six years and eleven months, I paid a facility in a small town in Oregon to store a number of my belongings. Keyboards. Guitars. A digital music mixer. Suits. A tuxedo. A collection of LIFE magazines. A car. When you tally up the total storage bill over that period, I must have paid close to $7,000.
It never occurred to me when I locked those items away in October 2005 that it would be seven years before I ever saw them again. I would have dispensed with many ahead of time and found alternate means of storage for others had I known this. If you remove the car from the list of items, I cannot be sure the total value of the remaining possessions was much more than the cumulative amount I paid to store them.
When I finally made it back to the facility in Polk County, Oregon in September 2012, the owner vaguely remembered me from seven years earlier and asked what was so important among my items for me to keep paying all that time. People have been to known to walk away from homes when what they owe on the mortgage is more than the house’s value. What could possibly be my motivation in paying out such a high percentage in storage fees? It wasn’t as if I were storing one of Picasso’s paintings or a Patek Caliber 89 watch.
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