I have this odd reaction when I hear the word baskets. I giggle and gasp in horror. See, one of my favorite movies of all time is Silence of the Lambs. And, in that awesome movie, is a quite horrific scene about putting lotion in a basket. The scene is quite iconic. And, many people know this scene and can even recite the dialogue. So, at times, when I hear the word basket I shudder.
Now, I have even more of a reason to dislike baskets. See, I did a favor for someone and they repaid me by leaving a slew of baskets behind that I ended up having to throw out. The context doesn’t matter and I will not, as a result, go into it.
What matters here is the lack of gratitude that the baskets symbolize. Instead of a thank you, someone left me their junk. And, it wasn’t even junk that was tidied up. It was just left scattered and dirty.
I help people out because people need help and I can provide it. But, I most certainly wouldn’t object to hearing a thank you. So often these days, it seems people just expect the help without having to put anything into the process. It doesn’t leave a good feeling in one’s stomach. And, now I dislike baskets even more. So sad all around. I do not think I can afford any more of these life baskets.