My Roommate IS Jewish
My roommate finally came back from her long sojourn.
Turns out her mother finally died of brain cancer.
"She went peacefully, I was there to hold her hand," she said and paused to look down contemplatively, "she's in a better place I'd like to think."
Oh my lord, right? What the hell am I supposed to do? Sympathize?
"Uhh yeah I'm sorry?" I offered.
My roommate then stepped into the bathroom and pointed out a thin strip of dust that had accumulated on the ridge of the bathroom wall. She hysterically told me I hadn't cleaned. She was near sobbing.
And that's when I decided it was time to move.
Hey listen, I'm sorry your mom died of brain cancer, but its not like a thin film of dirt in the bathroom killer her.
I'm never living with another girl again, and that includes my own mother, brain cancer or not!
Thursday, August 30, 2007