Posted in my life on September 14, 2016|
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I hardly ever see my house guest. She works long days for the campaign. My office is a few feet from her bedroom but each day she simply leaves and never greets me. She usgets home after I go to bed.
She always keeps her door closed which is a good thing because her room is a disaster. She must have a hundred bras. There are bras on the bed, on the floor, hanging on the door knob, in the chair and on the dresser. If we are both home during the day she stays in her room with the door closed. I offered to do her laundry since she works up to eighteen hours a day. She told me her mother told her she would lose all self respect if I did her laundry. I launder the bed linens and towels but that must not affect her self respect.
The guest bathroom is a complete mess. She has products everywhere. She wears Old Spice deodorant and has three toothbrushes. Every day she leaves a huge puddle of water on the bathroom vanity. I can’t figure out what she’s doing to get water all over the granite vanity top. No other house guest has ever made such a mess in the bathroom. She said she would clean the bathroom but has yet to do so.
She will not use the toilet paper I provided. I think toilet paper is a luxury so I buy to best I can find. She is using single ply that feels like it came from an airport bathroom in third world country. It’s one step away from sandpaper. She has never put anything in the bathroom waste bin. She keeps a plastic bag in her room for trash that she disposes at some other location.
She showers in the morning and in the evening when she gets home. Her showers average fifteen minutes. That seems a bit long to me even if she’s shaving her legs (do women shave their legs everyday?). Coming from Southern California which often has water restrictions, one would think she would be mindful of her water usage. Water is expensive in Denver. I’m not looking forward to my water bill.
This week I found out she’s been hanging wet towels and clothes on the foot board of the steel bedframe in her room. I’m guessing she did poorly in science classes because most people know that steel will rust. I had to send her a text asking her not to hang wet towels and garments on the bed frame.
She will not park in garage because she’s afraid of hitting my car when she pulls in. She parks her car on the street even though there’s plenty of room in the driveway.
She has not dirtied a dish since she’s been here. She eats all of her meals away from the house. I offered to pick things up at the grocery store for her but she refused my offer. The young man staying at Sheila’s house, who is also a campaign worker, said my house guest is always hungry. I don’t understand why she doesn’t eat when she’s in my house.
The woman is odd. I’m looking forward to the end of the election cycle. I want my house back to myself.
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