"How did this 70 year old woman decide today was the day she needed 20 slightly deformed acrylic cups? Has she been cupless all this time? And why return 2 hours later to get a dozen fake flowers?" I think I attributed that hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach to some concern that all these fools were being had, or perhaps that I was contributing to their hoarding illness.
Maybe she was just lonely or bored and needed errands to run. I volunteered to teach some basic computer stuff 1-on-1 at a 50+ organization and frequently the people there didn't care about actually picking up the skills, they just wanted someone to talk to.
Maybe she was just lonely or bored and needed errands to run. I volunteered to teach some basic computer stuff 1-on-1 at a 50+ organization and frequently the people there didn't care about actually picking up the skills, they just wanted someone to talk to.