Sarah Morgan
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The owner of the house where I’m house-sitting visited this weekend. Cool. I wasn’t around much but it was nice to see her briefly.
She had a colleague stay in one of the spare bedrooms, as they were at a conference together. Also cool.
I came back last night.
And the towel. In my bathroom. Was wet.
This total stranger, who I’ve never even met, felt it appropriate to use my bath towel. Not any of the closetful of the homeowner’s towels, which are right next to the bathroom. No. The towel I had hanging there, that had clearly already been used by me.
Just ew.
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