The Collectors

My dad has a strange habit. He likes plastic bags.
In a sense, it’s like a hobby to him.

Plastic bags primary function is to assist us carry home whatever that we have bought.
The secondary function is almost an exact opposite of its primary function; to store our garbage till its time to move to the Big Smelly Bin.

My dad’s story is that he will get pissed off if he finds plastic bags in the garbage bag (secondary function).
To him, every bag must serve their secondary function before being disposed of. He will curse and then pick those thrown away bags to keep.
The rest of the family however, ignore him and continue to dispose plastic bags whenever we see it fit.
After all, we have more plastic bags in the house than we need. And at the rate of the incoming and outgoing, the volume of bags is only going up.
Worse part is, my dad will even pick up those dirty and oily bags. This serves only to contaminate the clean bags, forever condemning them to serve as garbage bags, never to serve their primary function part II; to carry wanted things from home to somewhere else.

Fate is cruel, for she sees it fit for the trait to be passed down from father to son, with a little variation.

I too like plastic bags.
The smaller sized bags, usually black in colour.
They serve a more specialize function; to carry home audio CDs, computer CDs, VCDs, DVDs and PS2 DVDs.
These bags can be found all over my room; on the floor, under the bed, behind the desk, inside the cabinet.
They can even be found inside my car.

Fate is cruel indeed.