A little background info, my roommate does nothing but go to work (he manages a sandwich shop) chat on AOL, and sleep. He never lifts a finger to clean the place, and leaves his mail, trash and newspapers strewn all over. He buys the Sunday paper to read the want ads, he also gets the free Employment News paper every week. This guy has never stopped looking for a job since I’ve known him. He wants to make a lateral move in food service and he regularly (like 3 times a month) turns down various management offers since they don’t offer enough.
Enough background, here’s what happened.
I was cleaning the house the other day, doing dishes, sweeping, mopping, throwing out junk mail etc. all while he watched and ate. Some small part of his small brain must have felt guilty, because he went over to the stack of newspapers (almost 3 feet high by now) and took them to the dumpster without prompting.
The following conversation ensues after he gets back from the dumpster.
Him: Did you put today’s paper on the newspaper pile? (he’d already read it btw)
Me: Yeah, you watched me do it, didn’t you hear the thud?
H: rolls eyes and makes annoyed sound, slams the door and goes back to the dumpster.
He comes back empty handed, and slams the door on the way in.
Me: Aren’t the exact same jobs in the paper listed on their website?
Him: Yeah but I don’t want to have to go online, I can’t circle things, and…. (he trails off knowing that he’s making no sense)
He grabs his keys, kicks open the front door and leaves a patch of rubber on his way to the convenience store which is half a block away. He comes back and I don’t say anything, until he gives me this glare that clearly expressed rage and contempt.
Voices were a bit louder now.
M: You know, you threw those papers out, not me.
H: Yeah, well that’s your side of the story.
M: Nobody asked you to throw those away, and it’s not like I threw your paper in the trash.
H: I didn’t know you put my paper on the stack.
M: You watched me do it.
H: Shut the fuck up!
M: YOU shut the fuck up! You should be pissed at yourself for throwing your own paper away, it’s just a fucking newspaper, and you already read it!
H: FUCK YOU!
M: So, you’re pissed at me for moving your paper 5 feet, from the floor to the place where we put newspapers!?
H: If you ever wake me up late at night I’ll fucking kill you!
M: You go ahead and do that.
Notice his feeble attempt at changing the subject? He usually says “Oh yeah, well get off my computer” when he’s cornered in a heated argument. He’s such a fucking baby, a baby that’s prone to threats of violence. For the record I did accidentally wake him up one night when I had a couple of friends over. He punched a hole in the wall rather than screaming a polite “shut the fuck up”, the next morning he told me about how he was planning to club me and my friends with his Mag Light for being so noisy.
Sorry for the length and lack of vitriol, it happened a week ago. I just had to expose this asinine behavior so that I didn’t steep in it.