Imzadi - don't be fooled by these posers. They're just jealous of other people.
OK, I confess. I once - just once - saved a hang tag. I couldn't toss it in the trash like I usually do. It was...too perfect. It was as though the hang tag begged to stay when it looked up at me dolefully from the bottom of the wastebasket after I'd tossed it in there casually, without thinking. Then it started to weep.
What could I do? I picked it up, and put it in a drawer.
I forgot all about it, but one day as I was looking for a wire clipper when I was changing strings, I saw the hang tag. It was all grown up, had a family, a wife and three little hang tags. I was happy for it.
I closed the drawer, knowing that I did an accidental good deed.
Then a few days later, my wife cleaned out the drawer and threw the little hang tag family into the trash. I don't know what happened to them.
So I'm jealous, you bet I'm jealous. The rest of you have your little happy hangtag families to look at, and all I have is a clean drawer. Every so often my wife gives me that smug, "I killed your hang tag family, so what" look, and I want to say something, but I almost didn't survive our last pitchfork duel. Yeah, she got in a lucky impalement right where it hurts, and I was in too much pain to strike back. She's small, but she's very fast.
When I was released from the hospital I vowed to get a lock for that drawer and to save my very next hang tag.
And I'm sharpening my pitchfork. And waiting.