2. One of the little white doodads that go on the corners will inevitably end up lost somewhere. Or worse, it'll just end up on the floor and I'll step on it in bare feet.
1. Shit falls through the holes. When I took them apart a week ago, I found like seven dollars in change, an earring I'd been looking for, a Wendy's receipt (I still like their JBC's if not their fries) from November 2008 and an entire colony of dustbunnies and bobbypins.
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