So I get home from Neutral karaoke at about 3:30 or so, long after the garbage trucks have gone by. My obliviously lazy-ass roommate has helpfully collected and bagged the garbage and tied the bag off... and then left it sitting in the kitchen rather than taking it out to the curb.
This is nothing new. She does it all the time. It doesn't seem to occur to her that a) it might be a good idea to actually throw it out, or b) if she wasn't going to throw it out, that I might have something to add to it and that she shouldn't tie it off.
But wait, it gets better. After I'm home for a few minutes, she comes out of her room and announces that she saw a mouse in the apartment earlier in the evening.
Just to be clear: she saw a mouse, and then left a bag of garbage sitting on the kitchen floor.
Wow. I mean, that's... wow. I had to ask. Her excuse? She was tired and forgot it was garbage day.
Forgot. Even though she'd bagged it up.
If you happened to be wandering the Danforth at four in the morning on Tuesday, that thumping noise you heard was not some house party with the bass cranked, but my forehead getting well acquainted with a wall.