Saturday, May 10, 2008

M.I.A.


My landlord's fiance came to fix some things in our new apartment--broken dishwasher, shower that doesn't work--the small things you always have to fix. (Are you catching my sarcasm?)

Side note: One of the things he had to fix was our toilet. For some reason, when you sat down it clunked forward. When I came home after he had left, the bathroom floor was all wet because, while he fixed the original problem, he somehow caused the toilet to start leaking, creating a whole new problem. Don't worry--we didn't call him to fix it. We fixed it ourselves. We learn quickly.


Anyways, aside from the bathroom floor being all wet, there was something else different in the bathroom. Our bathroom garbage was gone. Not the trash--that would have been too helpful--the trash can. Yes. Pedro stole our trash can. I had emptied it right before he got here because it had diapers in it and when I got back from institute it was gone.

I thought maybe I had absentmindedly set it down somewhere after taking the trash bag out of it but it is nowhere to be seen. Should I call him on it? I seem to remember a Seinfeld episode dealing with something like this. I also seem to remember it didn't have a happy ending.

1 comment:

Kathy said...

Haley, you are such a prolific blogger. I can barely keep up.