One time my mom decided she didn't like an old halter top of hers anymore.
|The top, and my mom in the 70s|
I don't know why she wanted to trash the top--it could be that it was old, or no longer appealing to her, or some other reason--who knows, I was a kid, I didn't get those things. She'd had it since before I was born, so maybe it was just time. All I knew was that she made her distaste for the garment known, and then she threw the top away.
I rescued it.
And then started hiding it around the house so she would find it.
I even put it in one of our breakfast cereal boxes one time and then deliberately asked for that breakfast so she'd find it.
I guess eventually she managed to actually throw it out, but I managed to annoy her with it a few times before that happened.
I had a weird sense of humor.