Yes. Again. I'd very much like to live on my own out in the middle of nowhere, but that just isn't an option.
So I've got another roommate, and like every other one before, he is whacked. Not quite right, few bricks short a wall.
We'll call this volume 13, for the year. And to do so, we'll wipe the slate and all of 2012's craziness.
I've been fixing up the bathroom, as it was kind of a shithole. I replaced the rollers on the sliding glass door, since one of the wheels was missing, and the rest date to the 1970's. I also did a deep calcium scrub to get rid of the orange. There's still a ton of work to be done on the tub enclosure, but I'm confident that when finished the bathroom can look very nice. I'm also considering replacing the toilet seat. The toilet is a rounded model, the toilet seat is an oval. This causes issues.
The shower door handles were snapped off and overtightened. In addition calcium adhered them to the door. I've CLR'd it, but I'm fairly sure I'm going to have to use an extractor on it. His suggestion? Drill another hole in the door and put another handle on top of the old one. Not covering, just an additional handle. I said that was beyond retarded and he got very huffy.
Yesterday I took him to walmart to buy food, since he is afraid of driving his car. That's right. Single cloud in the sky and he needs a chauffeur. Ironically, he drives a shuttle van as an occupation. Go figure.
We arrive at walmart and he's making assorted racist comments, so I act like I'm not there with him. He required assistance finding and selecting bread. Now I can understand a first time food shopper being a little overwhelmed, but he'll be 50 this year. By 50, I hope that I will have learned everything I need to know about bread. Encyclopedic knowledge. Categorized by crust.
He started whining that there was no sourdough. I pointed out that we were at WALMART, not breadotopia. He stood there helplessly, looking much like a lost child. I asked him if he was going to grill the bread, he said grilling bread is for a slur towards homosexuals. (My most common lunch is a grilled cheese.) I asked him what he was going to do with the bread, and he said PB&J. I pointed at the wheat, he didn't want wheat. I pointed out white, he refused white. I pointed at potato, and he said he'd never had potato bread. I told him it was fine for peanut butter and jelly. He bought butter and commited a fairly common roommate foul, brand matching. Brand matching is done by frugal roommates in an "OOPS, I thought it was mine" gambit. So I'll be switching brands. Not a huge deal, seen it before, but he ain't slick. He bought bargain peanut butter, but no jelly. I mentioned this and he said he had some at home. I shrugged it off and we checked out. He paid in coins. $13 in coins.
We get home and he makes three peanut butter and butter sandwiches. I grabbed a beer and lurked in the kitchen to prevent clever sneaks, and it worked. He followed up the three sandwiches with two butter burritos (Tortilla and butter). He seemed a bit put out by my enjoying my beer in the kitchen.
Today I picked up a few veggies for burritos tonight, and when I got home I did a little fridge jenga. Turns out he DOES have jelly! It's crystalized and expired in october, but I'm fairly sure he'll hold on to it for quite a while yet.
About my only other problem with the wookie today is that he pulls the "garbage pyramid gambit", which is where you don't want to take the garbage out so you just pile it up. I empty the garbage every morning, but somehow, a new pyramid is waiting for me every morning. Our outside garbage is two steps from the front door.
Thanks for reading, and thanks for being an outlet.