Once, I was dumping trash and saw a brand new dinner plate with the label still on it. I pulled it out, wondering why someone had thrown it away. I also saw an open Amazon box in the trash. I pulled the box out to discover seven more identical plates, with all the packing still in the box, less the one plate that had slid out. My wife had recently purged most of our dishes and sold them at a yard sale, because they didn't match our remodeled kitchen theme (never figured out what difference it makes since they can't be seen while stored, but whatever). She hadn't gone and replenished because every purchase must be postponed until Black Friday (or is it African-American Friday?), so we only had four plates in our cupboard for a couple of years. To this day (about five years later), we are still serving family on those four remaining blue plates and my eight white dumpster plates. Oh, and we don't even live in that house anymore.