The daughter of a very sweet neighbor who recently passed away knocked on our door just now to give my boyfriend a bottle of wine and a thank you card, because he helped carry her father to a car to get him to the hospital, where he died. 

This was the sweetest man. I never said a word to him, but for years we greeted each other with a warm nod while he smoked cigarettes outside. She obviously appreciated the help very much and was on the verge of tears the whole time.

I had a vacuum running and was standing there in my underwear, naturally. Always appropriate.

  1. littleorphanammo said: I immediately pictured that scene in my head and I laughed. And then I felt terrible about it. And then I laughed again.
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