When I was little, I asked an older lady where she was going. She gave me a look that suggested this was an inappropriate personal question. However, she answered, “I’m going crazy.
I stood somewhat at loss but then she added, “Would you like to come along?”
A few years later, I was climbing a flight of stairs with a neighbor who carried a brown paper bag. I asked what was in the bag and he told me that it was personal. He said I should never ask such a question.
Again I felt bad, but then the gentleman told me that what he had were freshly baked rolls. To this day I wonder how little we should inquire of our friends and acquaintances.
What do you think?
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