Sweet Catastrophe

Yeah, they’re airheads. There’s male stupidity all around me this week.

I have my roommate who, all week long, has been asking me the same questions in different forms. For instance–

Him: Did I get any mail?
Me: Nope
Him: Did I get a box?
Me: *blank stare*

I wish I could think of more examples but really, I repeat myself so often, it doesn’t even feel abnormal anymore so I’ve stopped noticing.

There’s some other male-dumbness I won’t discuss because I don’t know who reads this blog.

Then there’s my brother whose wife isn’t speaking to him right now because he hasn’t replaced teh methane gas detectors. They live with my grandmother who has a gas stove, gas heating, all of it. They’ve got two babies and my grandmother there and he can’t remember to replace the detectors? There are enough risks in that old house as is without him ignoring the little things he can do. Jeeze.

Then there’s my neighbor who waits in my apartment for 20 minutes while I’m on the phone, just to ask if he can borrow some butter. He had more than enough chances to ask while I was on the phone, rather than sitting and listening to my conversation and making me feel like I needed to rush to get off the phone. Ugh…

I have to go to work soon. I have a feeling I’ll have plenty more to add to the list when I get home…