“Do you have a spatula?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I have a couple of them.”
“Could I borrow one?”
“No,” I said.
She stood there looking at me for a few seconds.
“No you can’t borrow any of my spatulas.”
“Remember when you first moved in and you borrowed some forks and spoons?” I said feeling annoyed. “You’ve never returned them to me.”
“Oh, I kind of forgot about that,” My neighbor said.
“I haven’t,” I replied. “There was a lady who used to live here and she borrowed some bowls and some of my cooking utensils and moved away taken them with her.”
“I would never do that,” she said.
“I don’t know that,” I replied. “Return the forks and spoons, and then I’ll think on the spatula.”
I closed the door on her still feeling annoyed. Back in October of this year, I wrote a CityBeat column on how I feel about borrowers. Apparently she hasn’t read it.
Just so you know, the neighbor who wanted to borrow the spatula still hasn’t returned those forks and spoons. I think I made a good judgment call.
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