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Im over at Gwyd's house. I lost a bet, and for that I told him I would make him dinner. We were both in a rather jovial mood, and we entered the apartment. Apon entering the kitchen, however, we find that 'ah! They went grocerie shopping, excellent!' take off our shoes and jackets, and go to look for dinner. But lo and behold! The fair and most just roomates have LABLED over half of the food in the kitchen that they deem to be theirs. Now, Im a patient person, and I could understand wanting Gwyd not to touch a few things, perhaps a bag of chips, or even a some sort of special food. But not half of the bloody contents of the kitchen! A bag of chips, all the soup and raviolli, yogurt bars, frozen pizza's just to name a few. They really havent gone shopping for awhile, and this is about oh, 3/4 of the amount of food in the whole freaking apartment!
The price of the apartment in which they live is 575 a month, not including utilities. So we add maybe 100 onto that. Gwyd pays 200 a month for rent (there are three of them living in the apartment) and the 50 for utilities. PLUS he pays another 100 dollars for his own food because he goes to school, cant really shop for himself and its more convienient. Or so he was led to believe.
So he gets angry, I get angry. Perhaps the ironic part about it, to me, is that I made them all dinner Thursday, Friday and Saturday, and all three of those nights Gwyd did the dishes. I dont know, but it seems a bit childish to me.
Well, the reasoning behind this sudden claiming of edible items? Gwyd ate all the snacks for their lunches aparently. He did, not knowing he wasnt allowed to eat food which he figured he helped pay for. So, he appologized and said he wouldnt do it again. But that wasnt enough. They had to make sure and label all the food. Of course, they ate four bags of chips that Gwyd had bought, assuming they would last him for the next two weeks or so, in one night, and also have been enjoying the chocolate milk he buys and his iced tea. Of course, the entire time Gwyd's outlook was: "We're roomates, we share"
So, after a bit of a spurt of anger and upset, we walk over to the store to spend his last few dollars on some cheap a** cans of soup at the grocery store, intending to have a few words with them when they arrive home. NOW when we get back we realize "where the hell is the can opener?" THEY HID IT! We looked everywhere and Ill be damned if they can come home and say "look, its right here where it should be." We tore that freakin' kitchen apart!
Well, we are making soup right now. I hope they can understand him breaking a metal snippers or two... at least we didnt touch their food...
 Aria Draonacu · Tue Oct 26, 2004 @ 03:37am · 0 Comments |
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