Saturday, October 09, 2004 The kindness of strangers
A few days ago I answered an ad in the City Paper for some free furniture, so now I have a futon mattress. On the inevitable day I accidentally leave the door to my room open, I'm sure it will be very exciting for the cat to have new surface to pee on. It's exciting for me not to sleep on the floor, in a pile of tangled rags.
The furniture belonged to a lady in Catonsville who was about to move from a house to an apartment. She had a little dog shaped like an ottoman, and she was very pleased to be getting rid of the stuff I was taking. By the time my housemate and I left, she'd given us items including but bnot limited to: the mattress, a desk, a chair, some artificial flowers, a bundt pan, size 32 dockers, and some plates. She also gave us ranch dressing, some ketchup, and a small tupperware container of rice. "Do you want spaghetti?" she asked. We said we did. Even if we'd refused it, I knew she'd won when she put the fat-free Catalina dressing in the food bag. "Well, I've lost over a hundred pounds, and I don't eat that stuff anymore," she said. "How about a microwave. Do you want a microwave?" Sure we do.
She blamed her excess posessions on some Chinese students she said had been living in her home. "They said it wouldn't fit in their suitcases," she said, not specifying which noun the "it" referred to. I'm just a little shocked, is all, that they didn't want to take the open bottles of fat-free Catalina dressing back to China. posted by Frenz | 10/09/2004 06:00:00 PM
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