Aug 05, 2008 11:14
This morning, the pilot on the stove had been out. I walk in the door, house smells of gas, I hear a TV on but no one is around. I yell for the dog as I fix the stove, no response. I start yelling for the roommate whose TV is on, no response. I keep yelling his name, louder, as I go to his door.
The dog comes up to the window outside and I immediately relaxed - as Dean (instead of yelling back?) open his door in his cartoon print underwear to start yelling at me. For yelling at him. Annoyed, I apologize, explain and walk away.
I try to talk him about it later, only to get yelled at again for "always being an asshole". Awesome.