LA's Unsung Heroes
LAist knows that in a city of almost 4 million people, sometimes the real heroes go overlooked, relegating such individuals to an anonymous existence where their daily good deeds often go unnoticed.
That's why today, we'd like to pay particular attention to the Personal Public Storage Facility Clerks — those who provide you the boxes and the packing tape and the bubble wrap and the storage spaces to lock away all the items you came to town with that won't fit in your one-bedroom apartment. They are the ones who make sure your five-foot by five-foot, $120 dollar a month closet on the fourth floor of their monolithic facility is always free of rats, sleeping transients and most important of all, that it remains at a constant 77 degree climate-controlled temperature.
Maybe they woke up one day and chose to dedicate their life to you and all your boxed up crap that you just haven't gotten around to selling on eBay. Maybe they thrive in a world where selling three packs of twenty-five boxes for $100 is a successful work day. Maybe they do. Maybe they don't.
But what we do know is this: If it wasn't for their encouragement, we may all still be neck-deep in rotting bean bag chairs and old eight track tapes; covered in mint-condition, preserved action figures and ceramic eggs; inundated with junior high school history reports and summer camp lanyards. They take our crap...and smile while doing it.
Thank you, Personal Public Storage Facility Clerks! You deserve the props.