In the world of roommates, life is never perfect. It can get pretty darn close, but it's never entirely one hundred percent perfect. I have many interesting and dramatic roommate-related legends I can share, but I prefer to keep my posts from ranting about a specific person. Until now, haha!
I will begin in the beginning: Last April I left my apartment to go on an "adventure" for four months. During the same time as I was searching for someone to sublet my small, modest bedroom, one of my roommates (we shall call her Kathy) decided that the shit had hit the fan and she was packing up and leaving for good. Now, trying to sublet my cozy bedroom was no easy task, who would want a dorm-sized room in a full-sized house especially when the master bedroom with the en suite was up for grabs? Anyway, I managed to get through that ordeal and finally sublet my room. The problem was that Kathy had picked out a girl who had no idea what our plans were and had decided she would live with us happily ever after.
Over the summer while I was away there were a few issues such as bedroom mix-ups, (upon Kathy's forfeit of the lease, I was supposed to inherit her room, leaving the new girl to mine, however the new girl had giant furniture that she claimed would never fit in my room. Don't forget I was away and couldn't see for myself), but nothing major until we mentioned to New Girl that we were planning on downsizing to a two bedroom apartment. She got pretty upset because Kathy had told her that she could stay indefinitely, which was incorrect because technically, she was subletting Kathy's room until September when the option to sign the lease for another year was available. Another issue originating from misinformation on Kathy's part.
Anyhow, to cut to the good stuff, Jessie and I decided to stay in the house with New Girl. Things were relatively good, considering this New Girl came out of nowhere. But since the fall, things started to happen. Jessie and I went back to a full university course-load, New Girl continued to work her 20hour/week job and that was all a-okay until New Girl got a new job. New Girl had been complaining about finances since she was supposed to marry New Girl's Fiance in July, also buy a house, and live day to day off her 20hours/week job. Not so easy. New Girl scored an awesome new full-time job not too far from the house! Go, New Girl!
After the first bit of training, New Girl's job re-located her to the adjacent town, which is good since that's where her and New Girl's Fiance is planning to buy their house. But for now, it means she has to take the bus for more than an hour to get to the new office to start her job in the mornings. Poor New Girl. But, to her advantage, New Girl's Fiance's parents live about a five minute walk from the new office! So sometimes to avoid riding the bus for more than two hours a day, New Girl stays at New Girl's Fiance's parents' house.
I'm not complaining about this at all. I actually like when New Girl stays there, it makes our current house feel more like it's just me and Jessie. Exactly what we had wanted, but with more space. Anyhow, the issue with New Girl staying in the adjacent town is that she's not around long enough to realize that time passes here as well. What I mean by this is that in the past four months I have never seen her dust anything, sweep or mop anything, contribute to the house in any other way but decorate (which is another story for another time). Honestly, the most she has done around here is her dishes... Sometimes.
The issue at hand is with her continuance to buy groceries and leave them here. Of course, I don't mind that she buys groceries, she does pay rent and still technically "lives" here. But what I'm talking about specifically is that she bought a two liter carton of milk and didn't get a chance to drink it all before the expiry date and didn't throw it out. I have trouble finishing a two liter carton before it expires and I eat cereal and drink coffee with milk nearly everyday, so it certainly happens. But what really gets me frustrated is that she let the milk sit in the refrigerator for so long that opening the door to the refrigerator brought a waft of sour air that made nostrils flare.
I don't mind tossing out spoiled food, I do it quite frequently, even if I don't own it. I just let the owner know that it's going or it's gone. But after doing this for four months, you kind of think it's time for other people to step up to the responsibility and throw out their own food. Also, the thing was, New Girl had been spending more time around the house, so you know, she should notice that she didn't have any fresh milk left, and her's, the only purple carton in the fridge, was the one she bought ages ago. Anyhow, today after being reluctant to open the refrigerator to get the ingredients for my salad, I decided that today is the day the milk goes.
I had pondered how to do it for about fifteen minutes, thinking which would be a more effective disposal system, the sink? The toilet? Just putting the carton in her room? I decided the toilet was the way to go. When I reached into the refrigerator and grabbed the carton, I took notice of the date... October 13th. Oh God, this was going to be worse than I thought. Also, how is that this milk sat in the fridge for over two months?!
I was sick of the smell, and it was disgusting, so it had to go. I put up both seats on the toilet and began to pour. My first (and hopefully only) experience with milk this far past it's prime. As I was pouring I couldn't smell anything and noticed that the milk seemed rather watery. But then again, most of the weight was still in the carton. Here it goes, plop, plop, plop, the thick, white, disgusting clumpiness that is spoiled milk landed into the toilet bowl as I began to urge.
And urge, I did. I have never been that disgusted by food. Record breaking. And I'm not one to vomit, haven't been that sick since seventh grade. (With the exception of the terrible mistake of McDonald's after a workout at the gym, my bad.) Oh boy this was bad, can you imagine simultaneously vommiting into the toilet as your poured spoiled milk out? No, it was not going to happen today. I held in my stomach contents and tried to recover. Shaking and watery-eyed, runny-nosed, I disposed of the carton and sat down before attempting to make my lunch.
I sent a message to New Girl saying "Just tossed out your milk that expired two months ago... Maybe you can do it next time". She read it, she didn't respond but I know she rend it since I sent it over BBM. Here's to hoping no milk has to sit in any refrigerator for two months beyond it's expiry date.
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