An organizationally talented friend was helping me organize the nightstand beside my bed.
“What’s this?” she asked, pulling a melon-sized object in a soft case from the drawer.
“It’s a blood pressure monitor,” I told her.
“How often do you use it?”
“Maybe once a year,” I guessed. I’d bought it a few years earlier at a steep discount even though I didn’t need one, thinking ‘Hey, great deal on a blood pressure monitor!’
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