The Hurricane is truly a curiosity of the animal kingdom. One of his amusing personality traits is his complete lack of planning. He only buys items in single use or travel size, goes through them twice as fast as a normal human, leaves the trash out and opens the next ones. Wash, rinse, repeat this endless cycle.
My favorite is how he wakes up every single morning and realizes that he does not have any clean clothes to wear. Every morning he is shocked by this fact and runs around the house like a tazmanian devil looking through piles of clothes all over the place for a suitable shirt, slacks and pair of socks. He grabs only those items and throws them in the wash and gets it going so they can be clean and dry before he has to go to work.
The next morning....same thing. Every morning he wakes up in a total surprise that he has no clean clothes, finds ONE DAYS worth of clothes and washes them for that day. Every day. Endless. He has been doing this for seven months now.
His room reflects this pattern. You can not walk into his room. It is literally covered in clothes and trash. His closet doors are usually open and surprise surprise....nothing but empty hangars. However there are dirty clothes stacked two feet high falling out of the closet onto his floor. There is usually two to ten trash bags laying around his room. Yes, I said ten. If you think I'm exaggerating...just wait. I've been taking pics of this for months and Ill finally post them once I move out.
Many friends have been to the house and one thing most every does soon as they get there "Is the Hurricane here? Can I see what his room looks like this time?" He is like an exhibit at the zoo. I could charge admission for these "Meet The Hurricane" parties I have.
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