Four Drawer Disgust

Some people make it so hard to want to help others, and I don’t know if I should be mad or sad at the realization.

It started in December when I told a friend I’d help her find a dresser. She has been living out of a suitcase since I’ve known her, and that will soon be three years.

That month I found a dresser. It came from my son and daughter-in-law.

When I showed it to the person I was helping, they said it was too long, too low, that there were not enough drawers, and that they were too shallow. Okay, so back to square one.

Finally, I located a dresser about two and a half feet wide and slightly taller than four-foot. It is a standard four-drawer, more than likely manufactured in the early 70s.

Because of logistics and miscommunication, it took four days to get my hands on the damned thing and get it home. Once out of the back of my truck, I snapped a photograph of it and sent it to my friend.

They messaged: “I think I’d say no for now. Looking for something narrower, I think.”

As I said, people make it hard to want to help others. As for this one person, they are on their own in this venture from here on out.