Give an example of pot calling the kettle black in your life.

I remember it was the spring of 1972, and there was an earthquake in our hometown, which made people panic. At that time, we all lived in simple earthquake-proof sheds. I woke up one night and found my clothes missing, so I rode my bike with Yao to chase them. Of course, I didn't chase anything. The next day, I told this story to my friend. He laughed and said that I was not smart. I went to bed and my clothes were stolen by thieves. I didn't care either. Two days later, my father told me that my friend's clothes were taken away at home by thieves with bamboo poles. After listening to it, I told my friend that you still laughed at me. Don't your clothes also support the victims at home? It smiled shyly.