I once left a dhurrie I didn’t want at Keshishian rug dealer after I had forgotten to pick it up for weeks maybe even months right after Charlie was born. I figured they could keep
It and donate it. I had paid and was in a postpartum fog. Anyway I went in there today to pick up a rug Johanna had dropped off for me last week and the owner asked me if I was related to the Bermans who loved in Georgetown and were in building. Uh oh. Did he remember me from six years ago? I’m unforgettable but really? Was he going to get mad at me for basing giving him a rug? Or maybe did I actually not pay and just let him have the rug?? Oh well it ever went anywhere.