Strainer, debt-free

Not long after I got my first real job and could afford to do it, I went into a local shoe store to buy a pair of new boots, to finally bury the old ones. There was an old skinny man who worked there, six feet tall and weighing little, a very witty man, with a dry sense of humour. I told him what I wanted and he nodded sagely. He said to me slowly and sorta understatedly, "Yes, sir: those old ones don't owe you anything anymore."

And so, this morning, my wife and I agreed this tea strainer -- now succeeded by a new one ordered from across the world -- owed us nothing anymore.

Well, thought I, it owed nothing except a nice picture to remember it by.

It is in the garbage now.

A friend asked me how many cups of tea went through it so I did some rough estimations and arithmetic. A conservatively estimated average number of cups a day in the earlier years is probably fifteen or even twenty. But in more recent years it would be somewhat lower than that. Let's say on average a dozen cups a day -- that would make about four thousand a year, for forty years. (I think the strainer is that old. Maybe we've had it even longer than that.)

Those rough numbers suggest about 160,000 cups. No wonder it's pock-marked around the edges.