How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways…
Is it the way that, while redoing my kitchen, you read the plans wrong and place a window half the intended size in my wall?
Is it the way that there is always only one of you, though there’s supposed to be an entire team at once? I hope that you decide to cut your arm off in a circular saw, and realize that there is no help anywhere cause Nobody else is there, jackass.
Could it be the way that you take up my entire garage with your crap, then do all of the sawing, cutting, general dirty damaging stuff inside the house?
Or maybe it’s how, by taking 2 weeks longer than expected, you have succesfully kept my house divided in half for even MORE time?
Perchance it’s the way that you track shit all through my house, decide to use OUR garbage bags, leave your tools everywhere, and all the other little things that cause my mom to become infuriated and come yelling at ME?
No, I think that instead, it’s the way that, if I walk through the area during your lunch break to get to the back of the house, or wave to you, you glare at Me With a look of utter disgust, for some reason that escapes me, since You’re the one who screwed my house up?!
Yeah, I think that’s about it.