we hope that you choke
You know, it was a nice morning. I had a large pot of coffee that I had almost finished, I was catching up on emails and reading the news. Then Ramon knocks on the door and tells me that we need to be clear on the "garbage situation." I understand that I can be better about my recycling, but I think everyone can say that and I certainly can't control the two other people in the house and I can't psychically know that a glass jar has been placed in the garbage and take it out. What really got me though is that he told me that I can't leave my garbage outside of my door. I don't do this! I came home yesterday and found the garbage that I had taken out on Saturday sitting in front of my door with a large rip in the bag. So I rebagged it and put it back in the communal garbage bin in the hallway. (Rima said it reappeared in front of our door later that day and she and Shivani took it out agan.) What really gets me is that the guy who takes out the garbage for the building told Ramon I was leaving my trash in front of my door, though I haven't done this in the almost 6 months I live here and he's the one who placed it there when he got pissed off by one fucking bottle in my trash bag.
Harumph.
Harumph.