I was going through a divorce back in the mid-80s and, understandably, I wasn’t thinking clearly 100% of the time. So, I was alone at my soon-to-be former house finishing up packing my stuff one afternoon and for some reason decided I just couldn’t be bothered with the remaining 70 to 80 of my albums still there. So I asked the teenage kid next door if he wanted them and after he looked at me like WTF?, he, of course, says - Sure!
Every now and then I’ll hear a song and remember an old album I like and think - Dang, didn’t I used to have that record?
Oh well...