Steve’s Heartburn of the Week: Why Do We All Still Have That One Mystery Drawer?

You know exactly which drawer I’m talking about.

Every house has one.

You open it looking for something simple—maybe a pen, a rubber band, or a flashlight—and instead you find the Museum of Random Stuff.

There’s a key that fits absolutely nothing.
Three different takeout menus from restaurants that closed in 2009.
A charger for a phone you owned when MySpace was still a thing.

And somehow… batteries.
But never the right ones.

You need AA?
Congratulations. You’ve got fourteen AAA’s and a watch battery from 1997.

Then there’s the loose screws.

Not the metaphorical ones—we’re not talking about my radio career here.

Actual screws.

Little metal ones that clearly belong to something important… but nobody in the house knows what.

So you leave them there.
Because the second you throw them away, the washing machine will explode and someone will say:

“Hey… didn’t we have a screw that looked like this?”

That drawer is basically the witness protection program for junk.

Nobody remembers how it got there.
Nobody knows what it’s for.

But somehow… we all agree it has to stay.