Here's a long story about my roommate that says she doesn't want to be my friend anymore because of the guy I'm dating, which has put us on really great terms. I know its long. I Just want to get this out there because I'm so pissed.
So its about 11:45pm and I just get home from some friend's apartment. I jump into the shower for my first shower this 24 hours. Unemployment allows you to take a shower whenever you feel like it. So long as you can take it, so can unemployment. Its a durable little ah heck. Anyways, the phone is ringing and I can hear it, but I know for a fact the only people that would call at this time can wait until I finish my pleasant shower. When I get out, answering machine 2 messages (hangups) and cell phone 5 missed calls and no voice messages.
Who is the culprit? None other than one ex-friend and potentially ex-roommate. I call her back. She's drunk. She's in Westwood. She's trying to drive home. If there's one thing that annoys me, its drunk driving. A couple drinks, maybe. Pure drunkeness, never. Its seriously the most selfish thing in the world. The people that do it think that the only thing that can happen will happen to them. Anyways, she has a flat tire and wants me to help. I'm tempted to tell her to shove it and that she's used up all her favors and acts of kindness from me, but thats a really cruel thing to do. So I tell her I'm on my way I just need to know what part of Westwood she's in. She doesn't know. She doesn't even know what street she's on. She's that drunk. So I tell her I'll trace the route from the bar to the apartment and she'll probably be on the side of the road. She procedes to call me while I'm on the way to ask me where the hell I am. After 15 minutes of circling the small district of Westwood, I can't find her. I call her and tell her to describe the area, which of course she cannot do and she keeps complaining to me that she doesn't know how she's going to get to work in the morning, almost hinting that its my job. All of the sudden, she says "Hold on I'll call you back."
Five minutes and no call, so I call her and she's talking to someone else and she says "Someone is helping me, I'll see you back at the apartment." Very pissed, I shed the social responsibility and go home to brood about how annoyed I am. Right when I walk through the door the phone rings. You know who it is right? Yes, its her. She says "I need you to come pick me up." My reaction, "I was just there you f*er, I circled the place and then you told me to come home. Go f* yourself." and I hang up. I couldn't control it. But she is persistant and calls me back and asks why I'm so pissed. Hmm, a couple reasons, but I explain to her I was just there and she told me to go home. Of course, she doesn't even remember. Interesting. Then she says "I'll just sleep in my car, but its f*ed and I don't know how to fix it and I don't know how I'm going to get to work tomorrow, I might need to borrow *somebodys* car."
Severely annoyed now, I decide that I should go pick her up. She says she's at Wilshire and Thayer. Hmm strange that that isn't even along the path home isn't it? She was drunk and driving in the wrong direction with a flat tire. When I pull up next to the car, she crookedly on the side of Wilshire and her tire is almost completely off and its laying on the pavement next to the car. She's laying down in the passenger seat. I wake her up and tell her to get behind the car and push so we can straighten it out and then we'll worry about it tomorrow. Apparently she called a tow truck. But I'm not all together sure she really did. She is very drunk and keeps asking me if it bothers me that she doesn't have voicemail.
I tell her to get out of the car and start walking off her drunkeness because if a cop comes by to help and she's drunk and there are two people with two cars, its very obvious that one was drunk driving. She tells me to f* off because no cop is coming. So I move my car to the other road so it looks like perhaps we arrived to this wreck of a car together. She decides to lay down again with her feet sticking out of the car. So I sit in my car for over half an hour waiting for a supposed tow truck to come. I get fed up and decide I am going to try to change the flat myself. She's missing the thing that takes the lug nuts off.
Finally a tow truck arrives and she remains passed out in the back while I have to help the guy. Oh and because she left the stereo on the entire time, her battery is dead. During this whole ordeal she keeps saying stuff like "Whats going on? Where are we? What's he doing? My car is f*ed. How am I going to get to work tomorrow?" I procede to ignore her. Finally everything is set and I drive her car to the neighborhood and park her car and drive her home. Heres the final kicker, she tries to change my radio station on the way back.
Thanks for listening.
So its about 11:45pm and I just get home from some friend's apartment. I jump into the shower for my first shower this 24 hours. Unemployment allows you to take a shower whenever you feel like it. So long as you can take it, so can unemployment. Its a durable little ah heck. Anyways, the phone is ringing and I can hear it, but I know for a fact the only people that would call at this time can wait until I finish my pleasant shower. When I get out, answering machine 2 messages (hangups) and cell phone 5 missed calls and no voice messages.
Who is the culprit? None other than one ex-friend and potentially ex-roommate. I call her back. She's drunk. She's in Westwood. She's trying to drive home. If there's one thing that annoys me, its drunk driving. A couple drinks, maybe. Pure drunkeness, never. Its seriously the most selfish thing in the world. The people that do it think that the only thing that can happen will happen to them. Anyways, she has a flat tire and wants me to help. I'm tempted to tell her to shove it and that she's used up all her favors and acts of kindness from me, but thats a really cruel thing to do. So I tell her I'm on my way I just need to know what part of Westwood she's in. She doesn't know. She doesn't even know what street she's on. She's that drunk. So I tell her I'll trace the route from the bar to the apartment and she'll probably be on the side of the road. She procedes to call me while I'm on the way to ask me where the hell I am. After 15 minutes of circling the small district of Westwood, I can't find her. I call her and tell her to describe the area, which of course she cannot do and she keeps complaining to me that she doesn't know how she's going to get to work in the morning, almost hinting that its my job. All of the sudden, she says "Hold on I'll call you back."
Five minutes and no call, so I call her and she's talking to someone else and she says "Someone is helping me, I'll see you back at the apartment." Very pissed, I shed the social responsibility and go home to brood about how annoyed I am. Right when I walk through the door the phone rings. You know who it is right? Yes, its her. She says "I need you to come pick me up." My reaction, "I was just there you f*er, I circled the place and then you told me to come home. Go f* yourself." and I hang up. I couldn't control it. But she is persistant and calls me back and asks why I'm so pissed. Hmm, a couple reasons, but I explain to her I was just there and she told me to go home. Of course, she doesn't even remember. Interesting. Then she says "I'll just sleep in my car, but its f*ed and I don't know how to fix it and I don't know how I'm going to get to work tomorrow, I might need to borrow *somebodys* car."
Severely annoyed now, I decide that I should go pick her up. She says she's at Wilshire and Thayer. Hmm strange that that isn't even along the path home isn't it? She was drunk and driving in the wrong direction with a flat tire. When I pull up next to the car, she crookedly on the side of Wilshire and her tire is almost completely off and its laying on the pavement next to the car. She's laying down in the passenger seat. I wake her up and tell her to get behind the car and push so we can straighten it out and then we'll worry about it tomorrow. Apparently she called a tow truck. But I'm not all together sure she really did. She is very drunk and keeps asking me if it bothers me that she doesn't have voicemail.
I tell her to get out of the car and start walking off her drunkeness because if a cop comes by to help and she's drunk and there are two people with two cars, its very obvious that one was drunk driving. She tells me to f* off because no cop is coming. So I move my car to the other road so it looks like perhaps we arrived to this wreck of a car together. She decides to lay down again with her feet sticking out of the car. So I sit in my car for over half an hour waiting for a supposed tow truck to come. I get fed up and decide I am going to try to change the flat myself. She's missing the thing that takes the lug nuts off.
Finally a tow truck arrives and she remains passed out in the back while I have to help the guy. Oh and because she left the stereo on the entire time, her battery is dead. During this whole ordeal she keeps saying stuff like "Whats going on? Where are we? What's he doing? My car is f*ed. How am I going to get to work tomorrow?" I procede to ignore her. Finally everything is set and I drive her car to the neighborhood and park her car and drive her home. Heres the final kicker, she tries to change my radio station on the way back.
Thanks for listening.
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