Life with my roommates has continued to be a sore source for entertainment. I can't help but laugh as one roommate experiences the 'joy' of the other, but I can't help but cringe as I experience my own 'joys' as well. The short of it - Slam ain't right!
One of the constant complaints from Saturday Morning is that Slam leaves the toilet seat up. Ok, now when Saturday Morning first mentioned this I thought, 'Slam's a girl, she could fall in!' Well, in Saturday Morning speak, leaving the toilet seat up means not putting the lid down. I didn't really see a problem with that (as long as the toilet's clean). There is a dog in the house, but as long as there is water in at least one of her bowl's, she stays out of the toilet. However, there is more to the story of Slam and the toilet, its just been trickling out... Saturday Morning noticed that not only is the toilet seat being left up, the toilet's not even being flushed. Again, ok, I thought 'yellow let it mellow, brown flush it down.' But when you share a bathroom, shouldn't you at least discuss this option with your bathroom-mate? And when said toilet is the 'guest' toilet, wouldn't you reconsider that policy altogether? Well, not if you're Slam!
I really do feel for Saturday Morning in this situation, but when she brought this up to me in one of our (many) long talks, I did make one connnection. Where else do people (close-by) not use toilet paper, or really not put toilet paper in the toilet? Given our proximity to a third-world country with a poor sewer system, it was easy to make the Tijuana connection. But here's the thing, Slam's not from Mexico. And I am pretty sure she's not fresh off the boat from her Pacific Rim nation. I mean she speaks like a native and by all outward appearances is through-and-through classic all-American twenty-something. So what's with the toilet paper in the trash routine? (BTW - Eeeeeeeewwwwwww!) When I mentioned this to Saturday Morning, she almost puked! Weak stomach or not, its gross. It's a logic leap to assume that the ever-overflowing trash can in their bathroom is the depository for the 'missing' paper in the toilet, right? Yeah, Saturday Morning is very concerned about some disease she could catch from being in close proximity with the trash can! Its unsanitary people! We have a decent sewer system, for the L.O.G, use it!!!
If only that were all... Bathroom issues aside (although don't get me started on the bathroom floor!), Slam continues to be, hmmm, how do should I say...well....'loud.' And while I am partially referencing the continued slamming of doors (recent text messages informed me of a mini-quake that dropped a frame from the wall at 7:32 this morning - thank you Slam!), there is more unappreciated 'noise' in the house. And this time, I wasn't the only one suffering through it! Saturday Morning shared in the 'joy' of overhearing Slam and Boyfriend at 11pm last night. Now, overhearing may be the wrong word. Saturday Morning could hear them over their tv, which was blaring, and over her computer, on which she was likely watching tv online. That's four sound barriers broken for Saturday Morning to 'overhear' them - two walls and two tvs! Lucky me, I just have one wall. Oh, and either she didn't get it all the first time, or they went for round two.
Saturday Morning finally figured out what Slam is missing, common courtesy! Although I may argue she's missing common sense, a normal hearing range, and the knowledge of a world outide her own clueless (possibly overly-selfish) head! Here's a great idea, fresh from an ongoing text-versation with Saturday Morning - we should get a quote from a contractor on sound-proofing Slam's room and slip it under her door.
The girl ain't right, that's all I have to say!
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