While I was jobless for 18 months, I met someone in the storage locker, late at night, who was SO EAGER to chat. Kept talking to me for an hour while I boxed and stored my junk that wouldn't fit in my tiny, cheap rental housing.
I realized that the storage unit was heated, with unmetered power (if you rented a power-supplied unit) and a working restroom.
He was so chatty because (I realized) he was living there. And desperate for social contact.
I let him talk to me, because I'm not a solipsistic asshole who thinks the Great Recession of 2008 didn't affect people.
While I was jobless for 18 months, I met someone in the storage locker, late at night, who was SO EAGER to chat. Kept talking to me for an hour while I boxed and stored my junk that wouldn't fit in my tiny, cheap rental housing.
I realized that the storage unit was heated, with unmetered power (if you rented a power-supplied unit) and a working restroom.
He was so chatty because (I realized) he was living there. And desperate for social contact.
I let him talk to me, because I'm not a solipsistic asshole who thinks the Great Recession of 2008 didn't affect people.