There's nothing quite so satisfying as someone else's misplaced guilt. This morning, my neighbor failed to show up for our attempt at re-initiating Thursday Morning Breakfasts. He felt bad, so he brought back a Kyoto Steakhouse dinner for me when he got off work.
And I meanwhile, I wasn't even hungry enough to eat breakfast this morning, let alone the feast we'd planned.
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