Chest of drawers: (n) a piece of furniture with drawers set into a frame
The reason that ignorance is often bliss is that information does not always enlighten–sometimes it just frightens.
When I finally had such a gift, while realizing how special it was, I was still not particularly overwhelmed with enthusiasm.
I was raised in a 900-square-foot home with two bedrooms, two parents and four brothers. I did not know we were cramped. I occasionally would nearly pee my pants waiting for the single bathroom, but I assumed that was just part of the game we call life.
There was not enough space in the tiny bungalow to have multiple chests of drawers. So we shared.
It was up to my mother, who did the laundry, to remember which drawer belonged to which kid, and to place the clothes carefully. Some drawers were even divided in half. That meant my underwear often sat side-by-side with Bill’s and Danny’s.
I didn’t give this much thought. It was the advantage I had by being plump–no one was going to accidentally grab a pair of my drawers from my drawer.
Actually, everybody seemed completely satisfied that since the system worked, it was no social catastrophe that we did not possess our own unique chest of drawers.
Matter of fact, to this day, when I’m traveling on the road and find my motel room to have limited storage, I don’t give it much of a thought. For after all, it’s just clothes.
And I never met a pair of shorts that got fussy with my pants.