Oh wait, you actually use that? I had no idea.
Posted By Phil on March 30, 2008
My roommate approached me just now with yet another “issue.” I like how she waited until after Robert went home to spring this new assault on me. Actually, in that regard, I am genuinely grateful.
I’m starting to think that she’s making things up, or else planting evidence to attempt to use against me. The knock came. I opened the door. And there’s the Mistress of Terror herself, holding the frying pan up.
Mistress of Terror: Um, Phil?
Phil: Yeah?
MoT: I pulled the frying pan out of the cabinet and found it like this (holds up pan to show a mark and a speck of dust).
Phil: Uh huh.
MoT: Generally, when you clean it with soap and water, this sort of thing doesn’t show up.
Phil: …
MoT: …
Phil: What do you want me to do about it? I can go clean it?
MoT: No, I just went to go cook with it and found it like this.
I’m convinced she’s making this up for further excuses to gripe about me. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the last person to use it, either. But how would I know, right? Because every time I take out the rack to put the dishes in to dry, she takes it down and puts it away.
I suppose that the one good thing about no longer having company is that I’m free to look for that elusive new place to live. I’m so getting on that. Like, now.
Living with roomies can be hell. Hope you find another place soon. You may have to scale back considerably and pay more, but it’ll be worth it!
Check Craigs List. It’s a lot bigger out there than it is back here
I cannot believe how forward this woman is!! She must have grande cahones, if you know what I mean… proverbially.
My question is why she feels she has to bring everything like this to my attention. She’s no angel herself in regard to clean dishes, and I just rinse it off and move on with my life.
Good thing you don’t have a lease with that ho bag. You should have started looking like yesterday.
I did, but I had company for two weeks, so that slowed the search down considerably.
My, what a clean frying pan you have.
The better to hit you over the head with, my dear.
My God man, is this worth the apartment? I mean, unless you’re paying less than 200 a month and a block away from your school, then get out of there–I’m thinking there should be places looking to rent out rooms near where you study, yes?
It beats being homeless, but not by much.