Soup Kitchen

This morning, I decided to wash the few dishes that were in M’s sink. I did this for a few reasons. Reason 1 being that I was totally bored and waiting for my ride to work because my car is still totally kaput until later this afternoon. Reason 2 being that she was nice enough to give me a lift when I was in need yesterday so I suppose I could do something nice in return. Finally, Reason 3 being that the dishes have been in the sink since last Friday, maybe earlier but I can be certain that they were there on Friday at the latest and it is nearly a week later now.

You see, M only does dishes when her sink has reached its full capacity. This was only a bowl, two cups, and a fork so there certainly isn’t any need to wash them within the next four years. I immediately regretted my decision when I pulled the fork out of the bowl to wash it and there was a long, sticky, wet substance with the consistency of egg whites just stringing from the bowl to the fork no matter how far I pulled it away. Fuckin nasty fermentation. Then I went to dry my hands and what was on the dish towel? Oh, just a dried up fucking Cheerio stuck to it. God, woman, we bought those when we moved in, over a year ago. They are fucking STALE. Stop eating them!

Later on, I asked her if she wanted to have lunch while I waited for my car but she declined because she already had a lunch date. Um, where? You have a dollar fucking forty – where the hell are you going for lunch? The soup kitchen?

I also found out that her and J went driving last night. She decided to go to her favourite destination – the beginning of the freeway. Yes, she drove 58 exits away just because! How she went there and back on half a tank of gas and only 1.40, we will probably never know. I bet she siphons gas while us regular folk are snug in our beds.