Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Going into the Closet
Does anyone read this anymore? I feel like my less regimented schedule has lead to less frequent reading. Anyway, on with the show...
As of yesterday, our sink was broken, the spiders were still lurking in our attic, and our advance rent for September had yet to be paid. I figured that the best solution to all of these problems would be to head over to see our landlords, Bill and Coral. I figured I'd drop the check off, tell them about the sink and the spiders, and head to the gym. Apparently, Bill was feeling ambitious, so he told me that he'd be right over to handle everything. My plan had changed from going to the gym to watching my landlord fix our apartment. I stood there watching as he wedged his head and shoulders into the cabinets below the sink. After watching him for a few minutes, I realized that I would be of no help, so I just watched the Sox game until he realized that he would have to buy a whole new fawcet to fix our situation.
Bill: Now I'm just going to put the insect foggers upstairs.
Me: Okay.
Bill: I'll just climb up through the closet in the back bathroom.
Any of you who ever lived here know what the closet in the back bathroom holds: four years of random party decorations and anything that didn't have a good home in any other part of the house.
Me: Um, there are a few things up there that...
Bill: (Opening door) What is all this? Looks like you got--
Me: Yeah, I know, we've been meaning to take care of it.
He decided he was just going to climb over the top of all of it.
Me: Ooh. Look out for the 2345=368=95;=XROQDF>2323858655852ot1lsi" target=skel>little guy, there. Um, your foot is caught on the New Year's lights.
Just like he would have to do in any other closet in an average American home, Bill straddled The Guy, a fake man we made with a plastic jack-o-lantern for a head, and braced himself on a few of our old prom dresses and tiaras to finally gain access to the attic and put the foggers up there. I imagine he'll never look at us in quite the same way again.
This guy definitely gets a few points for creativity.
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As of yesterday, our sink was broken, the spiders were still lurking in our attic, and our advance rent for September had yet to be paid. I figured that the best solution to all of these problems would be to head over to see our landlords, Bill and Coral. I figured I'd drop the check off, tell them about the sink and the spiders, and head to the gym. Apparently, Bill was feeling ambitious, so he told me that he'd be right over to handle everything. My plan had changed from going to the gym to watching my landlord fix our apartment. I stood there watching as he wedged his head and shoulders into the cabinets below the sink. After watching him for a few minutes, I realized that I would be of no help, so I just watched the Sox game until he realized that he would have to buy a whole new fawcet to fix our situation.
Bill: Now I'm just going to put the insect foggers upstairs.
Me: Okay.
Bill: I'll just climb up through the closet in the back bathroom.
Any of you who ever lived here know what the closet in the back bathroom holds: four years of random party decorations and anything that didn't have a good home in any other part of the house.
Me: Um, there are a few things up there that...
Bill: (Opening door) What is all this? Looks like you got--
Me: Yeah, I know, we've been meaning to take care of it.
He decided he was just going to climb over the top of all of it.
Me: Ooh. Look out for the 2345=368=95;=XROQDF>2323858655852ot1lsi" target=skel>little guy, there. Um, your foot is caught on the New Year's lights.
Just like he would have to do in any other closet in an average American home, Bill straddled The Guy, a fake man we made with a plastic jack-o-lantern for a head, and braced himself on a few of our old prom dresses and tiaras to finally gain access to the attic and put the foggers up there. I imagine he'll never look at us in quite the same way again.
This guy definitely gets a few points for creativity.
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