Of Room Mates, Drama, and Life on the Green Line
As anybody who reads much of this journal will know by now, I have a tendency to take in MTF transgender folk who are on hard times as room mates. Sometimes this leads to interesting times and the odd laugh long after the fact. There was once a comedian that said comedy equals tragedy plus time and/or distance. Whoever it was that said it sure had it right. Some background here - relations between current room mates Melissa and Terri can be and usually are somewhat contentious at best. With that in mind, a couple of incidents.
Melisa having been outside on the back porch for a smoke starts to come in through the kitchen as is her habit - sees Terri heating something in the microwave - goes back out the door, down the back steps walker and all with a great clatter and muttered swear words - walks around the outside of the house - up the front steps - in the front door - to avoid going through three feet of the kitchen. Theatrics worthy of a drama queen - you bet.
Then there was the chicken affair - Melissa's church sometimes supplies her with groceries and she being the hoarder that she is tends to try to keep them in her room lest Terri have some benefit from them. She was told that a bag she recently got was all canned goods - what she didn't know was that there was a frozen chicken in there too. After several days the odor got quite overpowering and the result was a midnight trip to the garage with a sealed and very odoriferous trash bag by your truly - in my nightgown and robe to boot. You gotta check those bags more carefully kid... Add in that Terri is threatening to start clucking like a chicken when in Melissa's hearing and you have a formula for both humor and hard feelings.
Any places in Baghdad on the green line for rent? It might be more peaceful than here.
All for now,
Melisa having been outside on the back porch for a smoke starts to come in through the kitchen as is her habit - sees Terri heating something in the microwave - goes back out the door, down the back steps walker and all with a great clatter and muttered swear words - walks around the outside of the house - up the front steps - in the front door - to avoid going through three feet of the kitchen. Theatrics worthy of a drama queen - you bet.
Then there was the chicken affair - Melissa's church sometimes supplies her with groceries and she being the hoarder that she is tends to try to keep them in her room lest Terri have some benefit from them. She was told that a bag she recently got was all canned goods - what she didn't know was that there was a frozen chicken in there too. After several days the odor got quite overpowering and the result was a midnight trip to the garage with a sealed and very odoriferous trash bag by your truly - in my nightgown and robe to boot. You gotta check those bags more carefully kid... Add in that Terri is threatening to start clucking like a chicken when in Melissa's hearing and you have a formula for both humor and hard feelings.
Any places in Baghdad on the green line for rent? It might be more peaceful than here.
All for now,