Alright, so. My roommate, Phil, is autistic. A highly functional case of Asperger's Syndrome. He goes to the bathroom and harrumphs and coughs and hacks for long periods of time. I hear every single sound, and I can't stand it any more. I bought him honey lemon and chamomile cough drops tonight, and strongly suggested he check them out. I feel bad, because you're not really supposed to criticize the sounds people make in the bathroom. That's private. But, Phil's moved to harrumphing in the kitchen. So, I feel I can approach it. I don't want to be mean. He's a harmless guy. But he's incredibly annoying. I share a bathroom with him. The Lucky Soap I buy for 99 cents is, I guess, not his style. We've got two bottles of handsoap on the bathroom sink. One, mine. Cheap and delightful smelling. His, expensive. Also, delightfully smelly. I don't understand. The handsoap at Whole Foods(which is the only place Phil shops) has to be at least $5 a pop. And I've tried to explain to him the idea of switching off getting household items for the apartment. I don't know why it hasn't sunk in. Am I a bitch? Sometimes, I feel like a bitch.
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