( 8:42 AM ) teahouse
Charity Begins at Home
I recently met up with D, a friend from high school I hadn't seen in nearly 10 years.
We lost touch during college, and recently we got back in touch through mutual friends. She lives in Boston.
She was in New York for the weekend on vacation. We had Sunday brunch, and then she told me she wanted to see my apartment. So I invited her over.
As we walked in, I apologized for the pile of junk in one corner of my living room. "That's all stuff I've been meaning to take to the Salvation Army. The bag is full of clothes I want to donate."
The next thing I knew, she had leaped across my living room, and was sitting on the floor, rooting through the bag.
She held up a sweater. "This would look good on me," she said.
I stood there for a moment. "Uhh, ok...would you like something to drink?" I asked.
She ignored me and kept going through the bag.
By the time she left, 15 minutes later, she had taken most of the clothes from the bag.
"Here, why don't you just take the whole bag," I offered. "You'll have something to carry the clothes in."
Was it just me, or was it all a little weird? Shouldn't she at least have waited for me to offer to give her the clothes?
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