My Neighbor Talked Me Into Lending Her My Late Mom’s Mixer — When She Broke It, Didn’t Even Bother to Wash It, and Dumped It on My Porch, I Decided She Needed a Lesson My neighbor Marlene has borrowed about ten things from me this year.
The ladder. The pressure washer. My crock pot, my steamer, a cooler, my good roasting pan.
They came back late, or dirty, or missing a lid. Never a word about it.
Last Tuesday she asked for my mixer. A KitchenAid, the heavy old kind, cream-colored.
My mother bought it in 1989 and used it every Sunday until she couldn’t stand long enough anymore.
The one thing of hers I still use. I said no. Actually said the word. “Marlene, that one I’d rather not lend out.
