I am just posting to vent. I don’t need advice, because the situation is the way it is, and I’m not likely to change it because ultimately I care about this guy & don’t want to see him on the street.
But this guy drives me nuts! I have three people and myself that I cook for; most of the time, we all have the same meal. But on paydays, I like to order out to my favorite Indian restaurant. I keep fish in the freezer for one roommate who loves fish a lot, for these occasions. Another roommate loves Indian too so that’s what we two eat.
The last roommate doesn’t like fish or Indian. Usually I get some ground beef & make him a hamburger or something.
Okay, yesterday was a payday. It also is the one day a week that I work late and get home a little after the local markets close. But I knew it was all cool because I knew I had some ground beef in the fridge.
I cook and serve the fish. I order the Indian food. I do some dishes and go to cook the hamburger, & it’s gone. “Hey,” I said, “I had some hamburger in there. Did you eat it by any chance?” Yes, he did. No problem, I think, there’s some chicken nuggets in the freezer. Haha, not anymore. He ate them too.
So then the Indian food arrives, and I sit down in my room to eat. Just then, the roommate knocks on my door.
“Were you planning to serve anything for dinner?” Well yeah, I was gonna give you the hamburger, but you ate it.
“It was only the size of a golf ball!” No, it wasn’t. And you ate the chicken nuggets too.
Glowering silence.
I sigh. “Look,” I said. “My best friend gave me some meat from Omaha Steaks. It’s not labelled, and I’m not sure what it is, but everything they sell is delicious. Do you want that?”
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“Okay, how bout if I give you a few bucks for a can of chili?”
This was acceptable. All I had was a ten; he brought me back a five.
Now today he’s out in the kitchen, cooking something. I had to go out there for something myself and I see he’s cooking the meat from Omaha. That he turned down last night. Delicious pulled pork. That I could have made a meal for everybody with.
And this guy is the only one in the house who contributes nothing financially.
I would have thought it obvious that when I was suggesting things for him to eat and he chose the chili, that put the pork back into the category of “food that belongs to me.” Since, yannow, it ALL belongs to me.