I was weeding through a pile of miscellaneous crap (old lyrics, flyers, notes, ticket stubs, pictures, receipts, etc.) when I found this:
I couldn't figure out why I'd keep an old exchange receipt from 1995.
Then I remembered - I had gone to Best Buy to exchange a defective cordless phone. When I returned home my house was burning down. All I had to my name were the clothes on my back, the crap in my car, a new phone, and that damned receipt. The phone that the receipt is for is long gone, but I've held on to that damn slip of paper for 12 years. I'll probably still have it 12 years from now - And 12 years after that.
Funny how that works.
Here's a few cool photos of the fire's aftermath: