2.10.2009

misadventures with my roommate mysterio - adventures in the shrubs

Note, the following description of the past 48 hours are but a taste; a mere taste! of the everyday adventures of your fair author. unfortunately?

So let's get this party started chronologically.

Misadventure #1 - the curious case of the lost zapato

During the course of helping me move my junk from the truck to the apartment, mysterio's dog, who up to this point had been engaged in general supervision, freaks out on some dog. Mysterio, in his haste, pitches what he's holding to take care of the situation. Situation taken care of, he gathers up said pitched goods.

Fast forward 3 hours; return from dinner. Mysterio mentions that he thinks he may have left something outside; I confirm. I am missing a black soccer zapato. It is in the shrubs. And darkness has settled quite in. le sigh.


Misadventure #2 - missing keys and poop

The shoe found, but the adventures just won't quit. Mysterio has left his keys in another city so he borrows the office's copy - a nice little copy with our apt number inscribed. Mysterio, intent on a just-before-closing Radio Shack run, opens the door wildly and stinky darts out - he's halfway down the stairs when Mysterio pitches the key at him. The key bounces off of stinky and into the night. I am mostly unaware of the situation. I hear the key jangle and optimistically assume, because I was not enlisted to look for it, the key must be have been found. Stinky comes back to sit on the couch at stare at me; Mysterio makes way to the shack.

I was wrong. A couple hours later we're back in the night looking for a house key in the shrubs. dammit.

Oh, and the poop-part. Earlier that day, during their run, stinky rolled around in poop which Mysterio initially assumed was mud. This assumption did not last long.

Also of note, Mysterio says stinky won't look people in the eyes. This is only half-way true; stinky does not look people in the eye when Mysterio is around. Stinky stares at me when we're alone. And it scares me.

And then I saw a roach run by. I'm glad I'm not sleeping on the floor anymore.

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