Buckets are out to get me, and to overrun my life.
Every time I sell something, I include buckets in the sale. Sometimes lots of buckets.
But every time I buy something, the seller seems to think I need buckets to go with it. Buy two fairies and, ‘Here, have four buckets too!’ Buy one dinosaur and, ‘I expect you have a farm as well, so here’s a surprise ten buckets for you!’
I cannot escape buckets.
