The underwear and the cell phone
I'm well aware that I get annoyed incredibly easily sometimes (partly because of my cynical attitude that the average person is an idiot), but all in all, I like to think that I tolerate things quite well before actually letting them get to me to the point where I have to do something about it.
Yesterday, however, I had reached that point.
The cell phone. Oh my goodness, why does my housemate's boyfriend have to have the most annoying one in the world? Every time he misses a call, it sings every 2 minutes afterwards. And he always leaves it on, charging in our kitchen, and then leaves. And so it rings and sings. As it did yesterday, which prompted me and a friend to leave to go out for lunch.
A few nights ago, I made some joke to the guy about, "Well, you know, you don't actually live here..." because he comes and goes as he pleases (with his own key that I wasn't consulted about him being given), eats our food constantly because he for some reason doesn't bother eating at his own place, uses our shower, sits in our living room watching TV while my housemate and I are actually working, leaves his phone to charge, walks around pantless, etc. Oh, and the super pleasant one of LEAVING HIS DIRTY UNDERWEAR HANGING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LIVING ROOM TO DRY AFTER HE WALKED OVER IN THE RAIN! I shouldn't have to see that. My friends shouldn't have to see that. But oh, we did.
The underwear and the cell phone being left on were enough for me to leave a few, slightly sarcastic, yet not overly impolite, notes for him yesterday. Then when he got back last night he was avoiding me (to the point that I didn't even realize he was here for a while) and basically has been ever since.
I'm all for 'making oneself comfortable' in the home of one's significant other, but really, be a little more considerate to the housemates. Don't leave your underwear hanging around just anywhere. And wear pants.
The moral of the story is something along the lines of, If you're gonna walk around half-naked in someone's house, start paying rent.
Yesterday, however, I had reached that point.
The cell phone. Oh my goodness, why does my housemate's boyfriend have to have the most annoying one in the world? Every time he misses a call, it sings every 2 minutes afterwards. And he always leaves it on, charging in our kitchen, and then leaves. And so it rings and sings. As it did yesterday, which prompted me and a friend to leave to go out for lunch.
A few nights ago, I made some joke to the guy about, "Well, you know, you don't actually live here..." because he comes and goes as he pleases (with his own key that I wasn't consulted about him being given), eats our food constantly because he for some reason doesn't bother eating at his own place, uses our shower, sits in our living room watching TV while my housemate and I are actually working, leaves his phone to charge, walks around pantless, etc. Oh, and the super pleasant one of LEAVING HIS DIRTY UNDERWEAR HANGING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LIVING ROOM TO DRY AFTER HE WALKED OVER IN THE RAIN! I shouldn't have to see that. My friends shouldn't have to see that. But oh, we did.
The underwear and the cell phone being left on were enough for me to leave a few, slightly sarcastic, yet not overly impolite, notes for him yesterday. Then when he got back last night he was avoiding me (to the point that I didn't even realize he was here for a while) and basically has been ever since.
I'm all for 'making oneself comfortable' in the home of one's significant other, but really, be a little more considerate to the housemates. Don't leave your underwear hanging around just anywhere. And wear pants.
The moral of the story is something along the lines of, If you're gonna walk around half-naked in someone's house, start paying rent.
posted by Meg @ 11:22 a.m.
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