Fitting

On a table in the laundry room Where tenants fold their clothes Was a pair of jeggings left there By a neighbor, I suppose. A cross between some leggings And a stretchy pair of jeans, They’re often worm with tunic tops By those of us not teens. A note attached said something like, “Brand new, but much too small. If you’re a skinny gal, they’re yours.” So what’s the protocol? I thought they’d fit, so took them home And they felt good to me, A fitting treat on laundry day From someone neighborly.