trinket [tring-kit] : noun
1. a small ornament, piece of jewelry, etc., usually of little value.
2. anything of trivial value.
There are two types of people in this world,
those who collect trinkets, and those who laugh at those who collect trinkets.
There is no prize for guessing what type of person I am.
Background: When we arrived in Banos we found a great deal on a 3 bedroom apartment right off the central square (Thank you Miin and Neil!). It came with free wifi, a full kitchen, private bath with hot water, and a comfortable bed.
The cost, $7 per person per night. The catch… TRINKETS.
Our apartment is completely covered with trinkets, and honestly, it’s freaking me the F’ out. It doesn’t help that the woman who owns the place is insane. Stevie has nicknamed her “The Dragon Lady”, so that just about says it all.
The apex of creepiness is the kitchen. Empty popcorn, cracker and cereal boxes hang from the ceiling collecting dust. This collection is the by-product of a trinket collector’s obsession.
The problem with obsessive trinket collectors is that sooner or later they leave the privacy of their own home. The next thing you know they’re sitting on the city counsel and are voting in sidewalk trinkets all over town. This is a blatant infringement on the rest of us (the laughers), and is a serious problem in Banos.
However, it could be argued that the bigger danger is when a couple of “the laughers” rent out the apartment, get drunk, and start playing with the trinkets.
I’d almost feel like we were paying too much for our 3 bedroom trinket apartment if it weren’t for the view looking out the balcony at the church and the mountains…
We’ve kicked it in Banos a week now and to be honest, neither one of us are vibing this place. We’re heading south tomorrow.
I just don’t feel comfortable staying in a place where they hang their hammock on the wall like it’s a fine piece of art. Seriously, I saw this and almost called the lurk police. (Corby, is this or is this not a god damn crime?)
This is sacrilegious to me.