I just wanted to write this down. I live with two guys, both of whom are in the habit of sleeping past 11 a.m., even after going to bed at midnight. There's not a yet a real, grown-up trash can in the place, even though they housemates have been living continuously here for nearly two years. Readers may have also noticed that there is no furniture in the place.
None of this bugged me at all, not one bit, until tonight. At 10 p.m., I walked down to 7-11 (there is literally one every two blocks in this city - 3,700 in all of Taiwan) to pick up some instant noodles, figuring I'd heat up some water in the apartment microwave to make them when I got back. Well, oops. There's no microwave. There's a contraption above the sink where the microwave should be, but it serves no such purpose. I, with both my BA and MA, am totally at a loss as to this thing's purpose. I tried to heat water in it, but to no avail.
After casting about for some minutes, I finally broke down and used the hot water from the bathroom faucet. BTW, I don't want any comments on this - if I get cholera, it'll be sufficient punishment. The noodles were delicious.
I'd have taken pictures to document my frustration, but, as we all now know, my camera is throwing hissy fits.
I'm eating out from now on.
2 comments:
That is hysterical. I figured you were all just moving in when I saw the place was empty. You need to furnish that place, yo.
Mom says, "Go buy a microwave on her."
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