More tales of stupid roommate friends
Because I am stuck entering house staff info at work and bored, here's another tale of my stupid roommate's stupid friends, which happened just last night.
So it's 9:00PM, and I'm peacefully browsing Craig's List, checking the newest apartment listings, when comes the tell-tale pounding on my back door. I briefly consider answering, decide not to, and go back to my browsing. Moments later, my front door rings. I sigh, get up, and answer the door. There, on the stoop, is my stupid roommate's stupid girlfriend.
"Hi," says she. "Is Oscar here?"
"No," say I with mild impatience. "Remember, he left Saturday morning, and you waited for him for three hours on Saturday night with your salad?"
"Oh. Well, can I pick up the mangos?"
"The...mangos?"
"Yeah, the ones in the fridge."
Inwardly, I wonder, Why the hell didn't you take them with you on Saturday night? Outwardly, because it's 9:00 and I'm tired and semi-depressed, I shrug. "'k."
So she wanders in and rummages in the fridge while I drift back my room and prepare to resume apartment looking. A moment later, she comes to stand at my room door.
"Kelly?"
"Yeah?"
"The mangos are too heavy for me to carry right now."
"...The mangos are too...heavy...for you to carry?"
"So can I come back tomorrow and get them?"
...
I AM SURROUNDED BY FOOLS.
So it's 9:00PM, and I'm peacefully browsing Craig's List, checking the newest apartment listings, when comes the tell-tale pounding on my back door. I briefly consider answering, decide not to, and go back to my browsing. Moments later, my front door rings. I sigh, get up, and answer the door. There, on the stoop, is my stupid roommate's stupid girlfriend.
"Hi," says she. "Is Oscar here?"
"No," say I with mild impatience. "Remember, he left Saturday morning, and you waited for him for three hours on Saturday night with your salad?"
"Oh. Well, can I pick up the mangos?"
"The...mangos?"
"Yeah, the ones in the fridge."
Inwardly, I wonder, Why the hell didn't you take them with you on Saturday night? Outwardly, because it's 9:00 and I'm tired and semi-depressed, I shrug. "'k."
So she wanders in and rummages in the fridge while I drift back my room and prepare to resume apartment looking. A moment later, she comes to stand at my room door.
"Kelly?"
"Yeah?"
"The mangos are too heavy for me to carry right now."
"...The mangos are too...heavy...for you to carry?"
"So can I come back tomorrow and get them?"
...
I AM SURROUNDED BY FOOLS.