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Last week I began a tale about my new friend, a man who was in desperate need for wood storage shelves. Well today the amazing saga continues as I reveal what exactly he had in that bag, why he was so painstakingly eating his burger, and what exactly he needed craft storage for.

As I sat there and waited for my number to be called, I took a furtive glance at his hands. It was not that this guy was some sort of OCD – in fact his hands were filthy. And it was not with dirt or oil, something a construction worker or perhaps an auto mechanic would have after a long day at work. No, what was covering his hands was this strange substance with red, green and purple tinges.

I had never seen anything like that in my life before. I worked up the courage to inquire about his strange colored hands. Right as I opened my mouth to ask him, my number was called. I suppose it will have to wait a few seconds. I grabbed my BLT and fries and walked over to the concession stand and squirted some ketchup into those little chef’s-hat cups fast food places always have.

As I returned to my seat, I noticed he was gone! But his bag of mystery was still there at the seat. I looked around the patio for him, and could not find him. That is when I noticed the bathroom handle was all shades of the rainbow. He must be in the restroom. I took this opportunity to steal a look into his big old bulky bag and see just what was in there. As I pulled aside the top, I saw what looked like 5-6 mason jars full of green, red and purple substances, which kind of looked like fine-grain dust. That is when I heard the creak of the bathroom door opening, and I returned to my seat.

As he grabbed his bag to head off into the afternoon, I just had to find out what this guy was all about. Excuse me sir – I asked – may I ask what it is you have all over your hands?

Oh this stuff? This is simply the byproduct of my art. You see, I take the bus all over town and find the most desolate corners, and fill them up with color and brilliance.

I nodded towards his bag – is that where you keep your “materials”?

Yes and I am in a terrible quandary my friend! I need somewhere to store these jars while I go out and search for more materials.  I will be gone for weeks and need a sturdy and spacious place to keep them.

Well my friend – I said. You are sure luckily because I specialize in writing a blog about things like wood storage shelves. Which make perfect craft storage for your mason jars!

He was very excited, and asked me where he can find the best wood storage shelves. I told him to take a look at Organize-It, because it provides great wood storage shelves and so much more!

I have a friend that ran into a unique storage situation that required a special set of craft storage shelves. This friend of mine I met on the bus a few months ago, in a chance encounter in which I learned about his storage quandary.

I was riding back from downtown on a Wednesday afternoon after appearing at the county courthouse for jury duty. The ride was uneventful; I stared out the window for most of the trip noticed one peculiar fellow sitting at the front in the center-facing seats. He had a large satchel that seemed to be bursting at the seams.

I thought nothing of this man, other than his peculiar facial hair and that oversized sack. He got off one stop ahead of me and as he rose from the seat the bag make a grinding glass-on-glass noise, and clanked a bit as he walked down the steps out of the bus.

Strange fellow, I thought to myself. A minute later and three blocks to the north I too was exposed to the uncomfortably warm February afternoon. I decided to grab a bite to eat at the burger stand a block down the road because it offered some shade and I was really thirsty (and caffeine deprived).

When I got there, guess who was busy munching away on something that was almost completely wrapped. He took great pains to ensure that he never actually touched his food. Very strange, but maybe he was a germ-freak or something.

There was only one other shady spot left on the patio, so I took the spot. It happened to be two spots away from my peculiar new friend. And it was at that point that he described to me, in painstaking detail, his need for special craft storage shelves and just what it was that was causing his bag to pull at the seams.

Next week I’ll continue this very interesting and one-of-a-kind craft storage shelves situation. So you are just going to have to wait a couple weeks to find out what he’s got in that bag. You’ll never guess, I promise. Here’s a little hint, the craft storage shelves he needs ended up being the Maine Garden Potting Table, but it has nothing to do with his green thumb (well, kind of it does).