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::Mood:: Make-up addict.
Life is bad. I'm having a long-tem argue with Danielle over the financial situation of this house and you'd be surprised to hear that what triggered the animosity was a pack of napkins. Graham is actually calling it the Napkin Wars - well, I'm glad someone is having fun with the situation because I'm clearly _not_.
Yesterday afternoon we, Danielle and I, went shopping for groceries. One of the items in my list was napkins. When I reach to get our usual cheap, white brand of napkins I see two packs of expensive ones lying already in the shopping cart. I may have said "Dani, that brand is very expensive. I've got our regular ones" and have not thought about it again ever since.
A couple of minutes later I notice that the cheap napkins were missing from the cart and the expensive ones were still there. I called my friend's attention once more, but she was distracted with something else on a lower shelf. Everytime I tried to tell her we were getting the cheapest ones, she would go "ah, Cocoa Puffs, how long have it been since the last time we had some good ol'Cocoa Puffs?" or something by these lines.
Well, I think I know Danielle a bit too well to understand when she's stalling and even if that wasn't the case, Holy Christ, that was ridiculous. Finally, she turns around to face me and goes something like "For God sake, Lupa, that brand you usually get sucks. It scratches and it's no good at all. I actually have to go and wash my chin with water after we have chilli, such is the inefficiency of those."
"Well", I go, "we're not rich or thieving wallets in the subway, so we'll get the cheapest brand and hope that things improve."
"Sure, if I have to use the sink everytime I need to use a napkin our water bill will be absolutely wonderful too."
Sooo we started fighting in the middle of the supermarket. I was expecting this kind of reaction from Danielle, who can't be bothered to think about one issue concerning the house for one minute, but I gotta admit, she told me some things I can't deny either. She told me that now I am earning my own for the first time it would figure that I'd get more mature, but the situation wouldn't improve if every pay day I went shoe shopping and would have then to live with the budget of a 15-year-old for the rest of the month. So I'm a consumist. Big deal. Danielle thinks it's a big deal alright, because I'm no one to accuse her of wasting money. Well, I said, at least my money spending don't affect the general well-fare of the house, to which she responded, "you're such an hipocrite" and we haven't talked ever since.
At dinner the tension was palpable. Ashley was out and Graham seized the first opportunity to seek refuge in his room. I made a point on using extra napkins - I don't know why, it seemed like a good way of teasing her. Actually I had thought of going at my parents' for dinner, once Danielle's folks live in NY, but then I thought, "hell, why am I being classy about that?" and stayed.
My classes are just around the corner. Danielle is snoring in her bed. All is right in this house... except a pack of expensive napkins giggling maliciously in the counter, fully aware of the discord they have settled in this homestead.
The end.
PS: Have I really written that much about _napkins?_ o.0
[.Adolescence.] · Thu Mar 09, 2006 @ 09:31am · 0 Comments |
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