MacGyver

I think just about any guy who grew up in the '80s has a little bit of pack-rat in him, and I think I just figured out why. My pool cleaning robot just broke, resulting in the ball bearings getting trapped in the filter. Rather than just cleaning out the filter and throwing it all away, without hesitating I sorted through the dead leaves and hornet carcasses in the pool trap to pluck out the dozen small metal balls, and they now lie inside a spray paint lid in my shop. I know you they're totally worthless, but I kept them all the same. I've done this my whole life. I used to have a foot-locker full of similar useless crap at my parents' house until one day I just trashed it all.
So what's the motivation for me keeping all of this garbage? When I took Psychology I remember seeing a video about obsessive hoarders, people whose houses are literally full of junk. These people go to yard sales and buy everything, only to keep it boxed up and stored in their garage. I remember one guy being asked why he kept some random piece of garbage and he said, "I just never know when I'm going to need it for something." And that's the key.
Enter MacGyver.

The man can do anything using little pieces of otherwise useless garbage. When I saw those ball bearings I immediately thought of an episode when MacGyver was trapped in a garage, with some bad dudes coming at him. He needed a weapon, so he took some ball bearings that were just laying around loose, turned on a grinder, and used the grinder to propel the balls at the bad guys like bullets. That's when I realized that I'm just waiting for my MacGyver moment.
The problem is, MacGyver's moments (which seemed so plausible when I was 8 years old) are totally ridiculous. No offense, Mac, but I'm pretty sure cracking eggs into the radiator of a Jeep that's been dormant for 40 years won't seal up bullet holes, thus allowing the Jeep to run again and you to drive it's tireless wheels down empty train tracks to safety. So really, I've just been wasting time and space for my garbage. So I'll throw out the ball bearings, or maybe mail them to Richard Dean Anderson. I'm sure he can find a use for them.