Morning Surprise
This is not My Very Worst Roommate but it certainly was a My Very Worst Roommate experience as a guest. I was visiting my boyfriend who had moved to Salt Lake City, Utah. He was renting a room from a couple he had known for a long time. One morning, I went into the kitchen to have some cereal. I grabbed a bowl out of the cabinet and put it on the counter, when I noticed there was a bowl of “something” sitting to the left of me. I looked in the bowl and it was a pair of smiley-face panties with stains from her “time of the month” floating in water. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was a joke. I later found out it wasn’t and she did that all the time, even though she lives with her husband and a male roommate. I used plastic bowls from then on.
Why would it be weird for her to do this with her husband in the house? The unrelated male roommate I can understand but her husband should be old enough and mature enough to handle a period oops. It’s not like he wouldn’t know it was that time of the month.
Yeah but there’s a thing called a washer…and stain remover. People eat out of those bowls, they don’t need some item that’s been covering another’s nether regions touching the stuff they eat off of! Even if this was considered normal, at least leave it to stew in a laundry room or some place away from food. Although she is married, perhaps she can leave some things to the imagination? Purely disgusting.
I don’t have any superstitions about the ‘sanctity’ of cereal bowls… presumably she’ll wash it afterward. But, leaving bloody undies to soak on a kitchen counter top is gratuitously swinish. Buy some lidded Tupperware for this monthly ritual, for crissakes, and stash it atop the washing machine.
Jeeezy chreezy, bathroom sink lady! BATHROOM SINK!