Erik’s roommate, Durand, got a cat.
Durand doted on Milagro, constantly asking his roommates to check on him while he was out - feed him, let him outside, pet him, “make sure he’s ok.”
The roommates eventually got annoyed by the coddling and requests for special cat treatment. Erik started sneaking into Durand’s room and scooping the cat dumps out of the litter box and throwing them away. This went on for a week or so.
Durand, worried that Milagro had stopped pooping, took him to the vet, who said that the cat seemed fine. Durand kept worrying.
The next day, Erik went into Durand’s room and took an enormous sh*t in Milagro’s litter box.
Durand came home and discovered the monster poop.
“If you die, I get your Vitamix,” Piper said.
“I get your All-Clad skillets,” Akela replied.
“Doesn’t anyone want any of my stuff?” I asked.
“I’ll take your trash cans,” Piper said after a while.
I own a bunch of attractive Japanese trash cans made from ayous wood. One of them cost me $70.
“What about my laptop?”
“I’d prefer your trash cans.”
“Uh . . . I’ll . . . " She couldn’t think of anything.
For Christmas, I gave Mom several presents, including a set of artisan felted wool coasters. The set consisted of two mustard yellow coasters and two royal blue coasters, with an artsy silkscreened design on the top of each coaster.
After a few months, I noticed that Mom consistently used the blue coasters on the correct side and the yellow coasters turned over to wrong side.
"You don’t like the yellow coasters?" I asked her one day.
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