My Dad grew up in the 30’s during the depression. He is somewhat a hoarder.
Here in the hospital, he is hoarding drink cups and silverware. Since he can’t get out of bed on his own, he is afraid he is going to need a spoon or a drink and they won’t be there. His bedside tray often has 3 or 4 cups, plastic and paper. Some are full, some half-full. He is driving the hospitality staff crazy.
The sight of his collection reminds me of the widow in 2 Kings whom Elisha told to go borrow all the jars she and her son could from the neighbors. Then she started pouring her small jar of oil and filled all the jars they had collected.
I remind Dad that no matter how many cups he saves, his ice tea will not multiply.