Eric the Esky has left this mortal coil. Long live Eric the Esky.
Why, you may ask, have I unceremoniously placed this small cooler in the trash?
Eric lived in my garage, along with all my camping gear. I was in the garage today—taking my bicycle out for the season—and Eric caught my eye.
Turbo bought this Igloo cooler for $4.94 at a second-hand store in Santa Barbara, for the 2002 cross-country camping trip we took in Henry the Ford Taurus. Turbo must have been in a goofy mood (oh, big surprise) because he wrote all over the cooler with a Sharpie.
I sat there looking at this dopey cooler, and it dawned on me.
Turbo was four romances ago. It's bad enough you still have his car. What would C think if you went camping and asked him to go get the milk from the cooler?
I went straight to Target and bought a new cooler. Eric, meanwhile, went to that big campsite in the sky.
Maybe it's time I tossed out that Australian beer holder too.