There's only one housemate that really drives me crazy on a regular basis. He's one of those creatures who doesn't really take social cues very well, and it just means that he and I butt heads. I don't think he intentionally tries to be an ass, but he clearly has no idea how to behave otherwise.
For example, I went to a concert a few weeks ago and on my way out the door he says, "Where are you going?" To which I replied, to the 9:30 Club to see The Fray. And he replies, "Oh, well have fun. I only listen to good music."
Excuse me? When I asked him what qualified as good music, he said that he had no idea, so I told him the next time he was going to say something so blatantly insulting, he should at least justify it. If you're going to tell me you only listen to good music, you would do well to tell me what that is.
So anyway, I was power-walking around Capitol Hill the other day (after my giant cup of coffee) and I ran into Big A on his way home from work. I asked him pleasantly (as pleasantly as possible, and I was talking super-fast) how his day was, which is when he told me that the night before he'd had a headache and felt rather gassy.
I felt bad for his roommate. And despite my abundance of energy and my overwhelming desire to hear myself talk, I was speechless. What on earth? Why would he advertise that he was feeling gassy? That sounds like something he'd want to look up on WebMD, and not tell me about.
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First of all, let me just say that I am delighted that you updated, because I check your blog far more than is probably healthy, waiting for your life updates and biting social commentary.
ReplyDeleteSecondly, Big A might have disorders that aren't listed on WebMD (although I doubt there's anything they haven't covered), so maybe you should do him a favor and check him into the local Social Graces School. There has to be one in DC, no way all of those politicians are born kissing babies and shaking hands with all the proles!
Miss you!