I have clean underwear now but I am not clean.
So they “found” my luggage and delivered it to me. They did not know what happened. They fly to only three cities, you’d think they’d know what was up. They are sorry, but not sorry enough if you ask me. They delivered it. It was in one whole piece and not several pieces as I had anticipated. Christmas was not ruined. Not yet anyway.
Now I think, hey I have clothes! I have my gifts! I shall take a shower. A glorious shower. I shall wear new clothes. It will be amazing. Oh, wait, what’s this? My parents haven’t had HOT WATER in two days?????? Dude. Even my crappy compartment in New York has hot water (most of the time). An outrage! So now I must drive to my friend’s house which is 40 minutes away because my parents moved out of the Valley, but in the opposite direction from where all the “action” is. This is because my parents do not like “action.” They see “action” and they think, you know what? I will avoid it. I will go way over here. But then everyday I will drive to the “action” and it will be a very far drive. It is better this way.
I’m sorry for my odor everyone. It’s not my fault. I swear. When the situation allows it, I pay very close attention to personal hygiene. So now I recommend that everyone step back a few feet from me. Or stop breathing. Either one is fine.
I think we have the same parents. Except mine aren’t Asian.And they live in Ohio. Hmmm.Okay, maybe not.
Well, it’s a good thing you got your luggage. Have a Merry Christmas. =]
Sara: Merry Christmas to you too! We could totally have the same parents. Does your mom like to wake you up early when you visit and be like “hey your shoes are dirty. You should wash them” and you’re like what? My shoes? They are SHOES they are supposed to be dirty. They are there to get dirty so your feet don’t have to. Does she do that?
YES! Except instead of saying I SHOULD wash them, she just makes me. And threatens me until I do it.
haha.
Annie, be glad that it isn’t the other way around. I mean, that your parents are coming to YOUR place for Christmas. I did that mistake, for the fist time in my life, and i already regretted it, after 5 seconds. Can you imagine how that is? It’s not just your oh-my-god-so-dirty-shoes that your mother will be making a fuss about, it will be YOUR WHOLE PLACE! Every supertiny with the eye barely visible piece of something on your floor will be spotted within a second. Every tiny change from the routine (What?Since when did we put cloves to the red cabbage?) is an outrage. So, as you can see, I feel really sorry for you, but to make you feel better: it can be worse. Next year, I’ll have christmas dinner with my mother in some dust free micro processor factory room. maybe, this way she’ll be satisfied. Or in some restaurant, so she can’t blame me for everything that isn’t the way it was already some 2000 years ago.
So, relax, and have a nice christmas.
This is like the time in London when you had to walk to a far, far away place because we didn’t have water. And then we had to take transit to all the hot action. Except your mom wasn’t there to tell us to clean our shoes.
Gunnar: This is true, it could be a lot worse. It can always be worse. At least I “have my health” and all that. I hate when people say that to me. Going to a neutral no-bullet zone is the way to handle family, you are smart. Me? not as smart.
Doretta: Seriously right? I forgot about that. People like to not give me water.
“Compartment” is mine. I wrote your whole book. I wrote everything. I taught you everything you know about architecture. DAMMIT GOD!
Richard: Comparment is yours???? No prefecture is yours. Compartment I have been saying ever since someone else called it a compartment. Except he called it a “love compartment” which was funny.