People don’t listen, unfortunately, since I too just had this experience. An acquaintance knew of some furniture I plan to discard…bed, desk, a chest of drawers. The 26 year-old son of a friend was moving into his first apartment without much furniture.
So, in the midst of my own moving tsunami, I tell her he’s welcome to whatever I have, at no cost…glad to help. Once again the old adage, no good turn goes unpunished, led the pack.
She writes back, the kid’s mother wants to come too, and I say, my place is torn apart and I’d rather she not. The last thing I need is someone judging my errant housekeeping.
My friend writes back…understood, so I think okay, the kid will come and at least take the desk that is more than suitable for someone his age.
An hour later, the mom writes…oh, I don’t care what your place looks like, I want to come see if your furnishings are appropriate for my son.
I AM KIND ENOUGH TO OFFER MY THINGS I’M ONLY RELINQUISHING BECAUSE I’VE HAD THE GOOD FORTUNE TO UPGRADE THEM, AND YOU THINK YOU’RE COMING OVER TO EXAMINE THEM AS If I’M A FUCKING AUCTION HOUSE?
I politely answered, this doesn’t work for me. Maybe IKEA will work better for you.
She’s written back ten times, all missives I’ve deleted since, my store of generosity is firmly closed. I ask the same question: