I did. Today, the soon-to-be-owners of our house asked to bring their parents for a special visit. You know, so they could say –“look ma & pa, look what we bought yesterday!”
I ran into the whole lot of them as I was getting the last piece of garbage into the van outside. The place was, of course, immaculate.
Why bother? We have an accepted offer. It’s not as if I am going to go home and there’ll be a ding-a-ling-a-ling and it will be them saying – forget it, slobs*, we do not want your piece of junk!”
Why do we do the things we do? Why do we bother, when it makes no difference, creates not even a small increment of pleasure?
I don’t know.
* incidentally, if they called us slobs, they’d be the first
4 hours ago
Oh, but it does create "a small increment of pleasure!"
ReplyDeleteMaybe you & I just share similar neuroses, but I understand your impulse, and I would've done the same. It was a kind thing to do.