Much Ado about NOTHING

I seem to be collecting rubber bands. It wasn't a conscious decision -- I don't even have much use for rubber bands. But I keep seeing perfectly good ones on the sidewalk and picking them up and putting them in my pockets.

I don't know where they come from. I suppose mail deliverers drop them. I've seen that they bundle letters and catalogs and flyers with them and then take them off before they deposit the junk in your box.

Anyway, I put the rubber bands in a jar under the kitchen sink. And once in a while, I take one out and snap it around something. And I think, "I just saved 2 cents... and maybe a rubber tree will thank me someday."