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Honeymoon in Queens

So now that our wedding party is over, it’s the honeymoon right? So what do we do? Clean out all our closets and our underbed plastic storage bins. We’re reluctantly donating two big bins of books and happily ditching about six MORE bags of Christian’s clothes that no longer fit his svelte figure. I’m purging a bunch of old office wear as well figuring I’ll never work in an uptight office environment again. If, by some chance I do, then these clothes still won’t be missed and will surely be out of style.

Returning from an errand, I passed by the Salvation Army. I saw a woman hunched over digging through bags of clothes that had been dropped off after hours. I almost stopped to tell her that I have tons of clothes she could pick through before I donated them but, before I could, she stood up and faced me.

It was my neighbor.

My male neighbor.

The frightened / humiliated look was like I caught him pissing standing up in the ladies room.¬†We made eye contact that read, “We will never speak of this moment.”¬†Instead I’ll just share it with the world wide web.

Kambri
I still wanted to offer my clothes because I’m sure we’re around the same size. Sad that the moment passed.

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