(My daughter managed to lose her smartphone -again – after a sleepover at a friend’s home. We pinpoint it’s location via a find-my-phone app, but the phone seems to be moving, itself! So we’re driving around town and chasing the signal, which has my inner geek in throes of ecstasy. But apparently I’m not the biggest geek aboard…)
Husband: “[Daughter], you’d better not be planning any other sleepovers in the immediate future.”
Daughter: “Why?”
Husband: “Because you’re absent-minded, you’re careless, you fail to connect actions to their consequences!”
Me and Daughter: “And for the last time, if you want to KEEP your phone, then DON’T lose your phone!”
(What happened later is a mystery – we lost the signal in a crowded mall. As my husband tried for the nth time to locate my daughter’s phone by calling it, we heard it ring – from the booth of the mall’s help desk. They said someone had handed it in, saying they had found it in the car park.)

When I first moved out, I ended up in a house turned apartment with 3 other girls. 2 of them were great, but the third was, well, not so great. Every day after work the kitchen would be basically off limits as she made dinner. I once got reamed out by her for trying to wash her dirty dishes because I needed to use the sink myself. She would flip between being friendly and ice cold with me, with no warnings or obvious reasons.

But by far the most annoying thing she would constantly do is walk around listening to podcasts on her phone without earphones. It’s like this girl didnt believe they existed. This was 100x more annoying at 6 in the morning when she let her dog out and had to pass my room. I didnt have to get up until about 7 but every day I would be woken up by her tromping through the hallway with whatever podcast she chose that day blaring from her phone. I do wish I had said something about that but this woman honestly scared me sometimes and I’m already pretty bad at confrontations so I just suffered through it. She was getting married soon after I moved in so I would only have to deal with her for a few months anyways.

To give a bit of context for this next part, there were four bedrooms on our floor and two of them were much smaller than the other two. Less than half the size. I struggled to fit a cot, nightstand, dresser and desk in mine, but hey at least the rent was cheap! And as some consolation the two of us with the small rooms were given the two closets in the hallway. I used my hallway closet for my winter coats and costumes/costume supplies. Half the floor space of that closet housed my almost life sized spherical droid from a popular space opera.

One weekend I was away for a convention. Naturally, my little buddy and most of my costumes came with me. I get back on a Sunday and on Monday decide I should unpack my car. I drag everything in but when I open the closet to put them away, it’s full. A gigantic white fluffy dress is taking up half my closet! It actually took me a few seconds to process the fact that she had put her wedding dress in my closet without so much as saying a word about it! The thing was so fluffy that basically the entire floor was covered, and my winter coats were shoved far to the side to make room for the insane amount of fabric. I didnt know what to do so I shuffled everything into my room (where a droid and one duffle bag now took up all my floor space) and sat on my bed. After a few minutes I finally accepted that confrontation was inevitable and texted her about it.

I asked why her dress was in my closet. Her response? “Oh that’s the only place it would fit.” Bull. Crap. I knew for a fact she had a closet in her room that is the same size as both my closets (the hallway one and the one in my room) combined, plus she had one of those external wardrobe clothes racks (like the ones you see in department stores). She had more than enough room but still decided it was ok to use my closet without asking. Had she asked I might have been more willing to help her out but no, this dress wasnt staying in my space for 2 more months before the wedding. I finally grew a bit of a spine and told her I needed that space.

What did she do? She actually moved it, but without so much as a “sorry.” In fact I barely heard a word from her (other than those darned podcasts) until she moved. It’s a little anticlimactic but as you can tell I’m still a little salty. Fortunately my next roommate is very sweet and considerate, plus I’m happy to say that I’ll be moving out after my wedding in a few months! I wont be borrowing anyone’s closet for my gown, though.

So I’m the idiot in this story, I was picking up $60 for my car insurance (I co-pay and I was giving the 60 to my dad who took care of the rest.) because the ATM hates my card and never works for me I always use the help inside the store to withdraw money and deposit checks. Now remember I’m running on like 2 hours of sleep and I wasn’t thinking straight. I get to the front counter and the following conversation happens.

Banker: Hi! welcome to [Name of Bank] how can we help you?

Me: Ya I need 60 dollars from my checking account here’s [All the information needed]

Banker: All right and how would you like your dollars? (in 5, 10, ect)

Me: Printed.

It took me a minuet to figure out why some people were laughing and she was just staring at me. I figured it out very quickly and we all had a good laugh about it.

I’m in the living room while I hear my mom and brother arguing in his room.

Mom: Go and shower now!

Brother: GET OUT!

Mom: YOU SMELL TERRIBLE! STOP PLAYING ON YOUR PHONE AND COME HERE!

Brother: GET OOOOUUUUUT!

Mom: AT LEAST SAY IT NICELY!

Brother: Um… Get out?

Brother: *laughing* There’s no nice way to say “get out”, mom.

I’m out grocery shopping with my parents. I’m done way before them, so I’m sitting on a chair right outside the lanes. For the self-checkout, you have to scan the receipt to get out. One customer leaves, and the customers behind him, a tall, bearded, slightly viking-looking dude, doesn’t bother scanning his receipt. However, the doors start to close on him. He takes a step back, but as the doors have now registered him, they open. Clearly finding this amusing, the man giggles like a nine-year-old girl, before practically skipping out of the store. An unexpected encounter for sure, it brightened an otherwise grey, rainy day.