#26: Nuh-Uh, I Don’t Think So
This whole post makes me want to gag. From the expectation that roomie will do the dishes all the way to seafood cooking pots sitting there for days, none of this is okay. I get it. I truly do. She probably wanted the magical memory of that night not to be tainted by a ton of dishes. Still, it’s time to pull those sleeves up and get to work. Nothing in life is free.
I think it’s a safe bet to say this girl probably moved in with the chef. Maybe her karma is living out her days in a Hell’s Kitchen contest for eternity. That imagery is the only thing keeping me from writing an open letter about dishes. They’re awful. I hate doing dishes. I still do them every day.