So, last night as I was walking to switch my laundry… our lovely downstairs neighbor was out having a (scentless?) smoke break. And I did not disappoint you by avoiding the confrontation… here’s how it went down:
Me: Hey, so… what’s up with the bread? (I obviously am cutting right to the chase as I act super nonchalant in sweat pants and Kamel’s shoes)
Him: Oh, nothing… I just had a lot to eat this week.
Me: So you put it on the floor?
Him: … yeah. Are you guys going out tonight?
Me: No. [motion to my sweatpants] I’m doing laundry.
And then I walked passed him.
And my head exploded because it turns out … dude is just a clueless, self-centered jerk face, who I wasted my precious baked goods on. Never again.
Next week I’m hosting a giveaway (eeeee my first!!) worth $350 smacks. And this has me thinking that maybe I should ship some baked goods to someone who would actually appreciate it.
Also, since the incident yesterday evening this is what the conversations between Kamel and I look like:
Kamel: Hey Lauren!
Me: …. he just… didn’t feel like eating it!
Kamel: You’re still thinking about this?