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A few years ago, my boyfriend lived in downtown San Jose, CA. He lived on the first floor of a crappy 2 story, rundown Victorian with a guy and his wife. The guy was sane, the wife... not so much. Her name was Elenor and she was Chinese, and she was a fairly recent immigrant. (Not that this fact made her stupid... it was the lack of brains that caused that.) She once came home, very upset. She told her husband, "I'm very angry, someone today asked me if I were Chinese." My boyfriend said, "But aren't you Chinese?" "Yes," she said, "But why would they say that to me?"
Elenor had a fetish for rearranging the furniture in the living room. She did it almost everyday. Now that wouldn't be that big of a problem except that one day, she got it into her head that the off-white living room needed to be painted. So she painted the living room bright blue. A little strange color choice for a living room, but there has been worse. The big problem was that she didn't move any of the furniture when she painted that day. She just painted around it. Around the couch, around the bookcase, etc. Then, two days later, she rearranged everything... but she didn't paint the areas that had been covered by furniture. She left the outline of the couch, the bookcase, etc. and never painted them in and kept on rearranging the furniture every few days.
Shortly after that, there was a leak in the upstairs bathroom that ruined the downstairs bathroom floor. Elenor decided that she would fix it herself. So, she went off to the hardward store and bought an inexpensive roll of linoleum with a nice square pattern on it, and some other supplies. She went home and set to work. First she unrolled the linoleum and got some scissors out. Next she cut a lopsided squarish piece out of the linoleum, not even following the square pattern on it. Then she shoved the piece into a corner of the bathroom floor, ontop of the moldy, gross, old flooring and, using fencing nails, nailed it into the floor. She continued this method, shoving and nailing and more often than not, overlapping the jagged, misshaped pieces one edge over the other until the entire floor was covered. Finally, since the floor was sharp, rough and uneven, she threw a bunch of rugs all over the floor to make it more or less comfortable to walk on. Within a week, the mold from the old flooring grew up into the rugs. So instead of just a moldy floor, they now had a bumpy, lumpy, wet, squishy, moldy floor. Quite an improvement.
Needless to say, my boyfriend is extremely happy to not be living there anymore.
Elenor had a fetish for rearranging the furniture in the living room. She did it almost everyday. Now that wouldn't be that big of a problem except that one day, she got it into her head that the off-white living room needed to be painted. So she painted the living room bright blue. A little strange color choice for a living room, but there has been worse. The big problem was that she didn't move any of the furniture when she painted that day. She just painted around it. Around the couch, around the bookcase, etc. Then, two days later, she rearranged everything... but she didn't paint the areas that had been covered by furniture. She left the outline of the couch, the bookcase, etc. and never painted them in and kept on rearranging the furniture every few days.
Shortly after that, there was a leak in the upstairs bathroom that ruined the downstairs bathroom floor. Elenor decided that she would fix it herself. So, she went off to the hardward store and bought an inexpensive roll of linoleum with a nice square pattern on it, and some other supplies. She went home and set to work. First she unrolled the linoleum and got some scissors out. Next she cut a lopsided squarish piece out of the linoleum, not even following the square pattern on it. Then she shoved the piece into a corner of the bathroom floor, ontop of the moldy, gross, old flooring and, using fencing nails, nailed it into the floor. She continued this method, shoving and nailing and more often than not, overlapping the jagged, misshaped pieces one edge over the other until the entire floor was covered. Finally, since the floor was sharp, rough and uneven, she threw a bunch of rugs all over the floor to make it more or less comfortable to walk on. Within a week, the mold from the old flooring grew up into the rugs. So instead of just a moldy floor, they now had a bumpy, lumpy, wet, squishy, moldy floor. Quite an improvement.
Needless to say, my boyfriend is extremely happy to not be living there anymore.