My grandmother being down to earth and thrifty, used to save her aluminum foil, among other things like string and old bread bags.
She kept balling up the foil, for use later. Now the old lady got mighty long in the tooth, living, she would say suffering, to the ripe old age of 98, when she passed away quietly in her sleep.
After probate I was surprised to learn, through my late great-grandmother's now-wealthy attorney, that she had left me the aluminum ball in her will. The ball was shortly dropped off in my back
yard. Remember, Nannie, being thrifty, had saved aluminum foil for the better part of a century, By this time it was 38 feet in diameter, tipped the scales at 138 metric tons, required one of those Army corps of Engineers
land hauling trucks to move it, and had a band of gypsies living in it.
I was not particularly needy of such a large amount of high-grade raw ore, but wanted to
sell it to a recycling plant in order to pay for delivery fees and an outstanding attorney bill. First, I had to evict the gypsies. Being they happened to hold a large share in the
local recyling plant, they put up a hell of a fight in court, but to no avail. I was able to remove them from the foil ball, as well as my back yard, but not before the old gypsy grandmother put a curse on me.
That I would suffer in poverty for years and years.
Times have been hard ever since. All the hair fell off my cat. Hair stopped growing on my head and started growing in my ears. Never have any money to buy some small luxury, and no time to enjoy what I have. Something would always come up wiping out my savings as soon as it starts to get sizeable. I scrimp and save where I can. I learned thrift from my grandmother.
One trick I found is that, if it is clean, I can save the aluminum foil from my sandwich. I just roll it into a ball....
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