It's been a long time since I've felt the weariness that appends an eight-hour work day. Sometimes, the post-work stupor is so intense that I do terrible, unthinkable things. I've been known to be a pretty oblivious and inconsiderate person, but today I did something that made me feel so guilty, I literally ran out of the house.
After I arrived home following an intense battle with 5:00 rush hour, I voraciously gorged myself with some un-microwaved leftovers. They were pretty spicy leftovers, so right after I finished, I briskly moved to the fridge past my roommate and grabbed a carton of milk. After realizing there were only a few sips left, I quickly guzzled it down without noticing the strange stares my roommate was beaming in my direction.
"REALLY!?!?!?!?"
Shocked, I looked up to see my fuming roommate, then at the chocolate ice cream in front of him and then at the blender next to the ice cream.
I had unknowingly choc-blocked my roommate.
Friends who I've been close with in the past year know that I am OBSESSED with milkshakes. To me, what I had done was a sin so egregious it should have been payable with death. Immediately after I recognized my treachery, I loudly apologized and sped over to the closest store to buy a new gallon.
And that's why you never leave the jalapeños in your Vietnamese sandwich overnight!
Have a nice day,
-Matthew
