Today one of my cashiers, an older lady who is very quiet and refined... a good solid church goer, you know?, starting yelling obscenities in front of the whole store because a dog pooped in front of her register.
Classic.
Also, it has been a long couple of days. Long story short, my roommate ruined some of my clothes by putting them in the dryer and then she almost cost me my only clean and dry outfit by trying to take my clothes out of the dryer at 7:30 in the morning and replacing them with hers. Uhhh, yeah. Not cool.
Then yesterday I came home from work and found a note on our kitchen whiteboard blaming both me and the other roommate for a messy kitchen. Sorry, it's not mine. It's hers. Not a fan of assuming blame. Naturally I responded in fashion on the whiteboard requesting again a change of the apartment temperature, because I'm so mature.
And again this afternoon, I see a note telling me to close my vents. Oh my gosh. Really? Why would I leave my vents open if I'm freezing all the time? I don't know. I guess she thinks I'm stupid or something.
So I knock on her bedroom door to talk about it and nobody answers. I assume she's not home. Then I leave the house and notice her car in front. Awesome. Perfect.
4 comments:
Roommates are gay.
oh brother. how long until you can move out?
This roommate sounds like a nasty one...time to move.
You need your own place!
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