[naner]

"How did this 70 year old woman decide today was the day she needed 20 slightly deformed acrylic cups? Has she been cupless all this time? And why return 2 hours later to get a dozen fake flowers?" I think I attributed that hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach to some concern that all these fools were being had, or perhaps that I was contributing to their hoarding illness.

Maybe she was just lonely or bored and needed errands to run. I volunteered to teach some basic computer stuff 1-on-1 at a 50+ organization and frequently the people there didn't care about actually picking up the skills, they just wanted someone to talk to.