[suebee]

My father is a cheap bastid. He won't throw away his clothes until.....well, we're not quite sure. Anything old or ripped is good enough for "work clothes" - 'cause even though he's long-since retired, he loves to be busy. One time his cousin had had enough of one of his polo T's because it was ripped and worn, and stained.......she reached over and ripped it from one end to the other. Much to my surprise I found it in the garbage later that day. (and you can be sure, THAT'S never happened before!) So I took it out of the garbage, hung it's tattered threads on a wire hanger, put dry cleaner's plastic over it and left this note: "Dear Dad, You seem to have thrown out one of your good T-shirts by mistake. I took it out of the garbage but it was dirty, so I had it dry-cleaned." My mother nearly peed herself.