Your Opinion, Please
This incident occurred a few weeks ago. On this particular night, the temperature was around 10-15 degrees.
I needed to run a couple of quick errands. As I was leaving the house, Jodie asked me if I would pick up something from McDonald's for her, since she knew I was stopping there on my way home. I say sure. I go through the drive-thru, and as I'm pulling away, the (power) window on my car won't go back up. Fuck. Feels like it's off the track, but I'm fairly certain there's just a big hunk of ice/snow that's fucking up the works down there and as soon as it melts, it will be fine. But I'm pretty fucking irritated, because it's damn cold, and if my window stays half-way open all night, I'm going to come out to a car whose windows are frosted on the INSIDE. Which means it'll take forever to defrost in the morning, which means I'll have to get up early to leave early. Not to mention the fact that my car could now be easily stolen due to the window being so far down. Pissed. So I get in the apartment and explain the situation to Jodie.
Now, let's say you're Jodie. Because you live in the smaller (10 x 12) bedroom, you have the spot in the temperature-controlled garage, which is set at about 60 degrees. Living in the smaller bedroom gives you the garage spot, because my bedroom is so much bigger (yeah, not really - it's 11 x 12) and I have a bathroom in my room, as opposed to your bathroom which is three feet away, in the hall outside your room.
So, you're Jodie, and I've just told you that my car is A) going to be totally frosted up on the inside in the morning due to the fact that my window is broken and B) may not even be there when I wake up because it may get stolen being that I have to park in the outside lot.
What is your reaction to what I just told you, Jodie?
**Update**
Jodie's actual response? "Oh. That sucks for you."
All I could think was "FUCK YOU!!" I couldn't bring myself to ASK her if I could have her space in the garage that night. No decent human being on this planet would actually make me ASK for that. I knew she was sitting there thinking to herself "Well, if you want the garage spot, all you have to do is ask for it" and I just couldn't do it because to me, it would be giving her exactly what she wanted, which was me begging. So fuck that. And fuck her. That was the straw that broke the camel's back for me. I've been little more than cordial to her since. We barely speak, and I couldn't be happier she's leaving. And I'm pretty sure she knows it. What I'm not sure she realizes is, after she's out, she may as well not even exist. I have no intention of maintaining even a casual relationship with her. I don't need ANYONE like that in my life.
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I needed to run a couple of quick errands. As I was leaving the house, Jodie asked me if I would pick up something from McDonald's for her, since she knew I was stopping there on my way home. I say sure. I go through the drive-thru, and as I'm pulling away, the (power) window on my car won't go back up. Fuck. Feels like it's off the track, but I'm fairly certain there's just a big hunk of ice/snow that's fucking up the works down there and as soon as it melts, it will be fine. But I'm pretty fucking irritated, because it's damn cold, and if my window stays half-way open all night, I'm going to come out to a car whose windows are frosted on the INSIDE. Which means it'll take forever to defrost in the morning, which means I'll have to get up early to leave early. Not to mention the fact that my car could now be easily stolen due to the window being so far down. Pissed. So I get in the apartment and explain the situation to Jodie.
Now, let's say you're Jodie. Because you live in the smaller (10 x 12) bedroom, you have the spot in the temperature-controlled garage, which is set at about 60 degrees. Living in the smaller bedroom gives you the garage spot, because my bedroom is so much bigger (yeah, not really - it's 11 x 12) and I have a bathroom in my room, as opposed to your bathroom which is three feet away, in the hall outside your room.
So, you're Jodie, and I've just told you that my car is A) going to be totally frosted up on the inside in the morning due to the fact that my window is broken and B) may not even be there when I wake up because it may get stolen being that I have to park in the outside lot.
What is your reaction to what I just told you, Jodie?
**Update**
Jodie's actual response? "Oh. That sucks for you."
All I could think was "FUCK YOU!!" I couldn't bring myself to ASK her if I could have her space in the garage that night. No decent human being on this planet would actually make me ASK for that. I knew she was sitting there thinking to herself "Well, if you want the garage spot, all you have to do is ask for it" and I just couldn't do it because to me, it would be giving her exactly what she wanted, which was me begging. So fuck that. And fuck her. That was the straw that broke the camel's back for me. I've been little more than cordial to her since. We barely speak, and I couldn't be happier she's leaving. And I'm pretty sure she knows it. What I'm not sure she realizes is, after she's out, she may as well not even exist. I have no intention of maintaining even a casual relationship with her. I don't need ANYONE like that in my life.
posted by AmyVegas at
2/15/2005 11:13:00 AM
