Once again
Okay, so I'm cleaning my room and I look under the bed and I see a pair of shoes that are not mine. At first I'm freaked out, then I realize they must belong to the girl that was there last. So I take them to my landlady and tell her I found them, and ask if they're hers or the girl who lived in my room last. This is what she says:
"They're not mine. You can have them if you want them."
Um... They're not yours, you can't give them away. So I ask if she has the girl's number, and she says she does but it doesn't matter since she's not going to send them to her anyway. Okay... Well maybe she'd want to come get them? No, she lives in Philly now (about two hours away) and won't drive back for them. She tells me again that I can keep them or throw them away.
I'm still baffled.
"They're not mine. You can have them if you want them."
Um... They're not yours, you can't give them away. So I ask if she has the girl's number, and she says she does but it doesn't matter since she's not going to send them to her anyway. Okay... Well maybe she'd want to come get them? No, she lives in Philly now (about two hours away) and won't drive back for them. She tells me again that I can keep them or throw them away.
I'm still baffled.