I’m sick today. However, I do sound like Christian Bale as Batman. So the last Mystery Hour of the season wrapped. It was great season of shows. I was really happy with it.
For the last prompt I asked, “What was the last thing that you sold?” I will use Jen’s response, via Grant. It’s an odd thing to have a pseudonym for blog commenting and then admit to such in the next response. To each his/her own.
“My couch. I gave it to my brother and sister-in-law for free…it was an old couch. They sent me a lovely card with a large amount of cash in it, as they insisted on paying for the couch. I tried to return the money, but my brother started raising his voice at me, just shy of yelling, and I thought I was about to get punched, so I kept the money. I am still, however, feeling bad about taking his money, and I’ll probably keep it in an envelope for 27 years and never spend it because to do so would make me a criminal of sorts.”
That got me thinking of all the couches I’ve had in my adult life. There is the couch I’m sitting on now, a black leather couch, the obligatory purchase of a guy when he gets a first job. It is the only non hand me down/thrift store/flea market piece of furniture in the house besides the bed.
Previously, I had a couch that was a hand me down from my in-laws to be. When I was done with it my roommate and I hid it in the yard of the abandoned house behind us. Not my proudest moment.
Thinking back on couches makes me think back on the roommates I shared those couches with. All in all I have had 20 roommates, not including my wife. She would be upset if I called her a roommate. We have separate rooms. No, I made that part up.
Here are some highlights:
I will leave one letter of their name out to protect their anonymity.
Cory and Justn. These were the two I was ‘tripled’ with for the first three weeks my freshman year of college at the University of Northern Iowa. When I think back on living in a dorm room, I’m shocked that anybody lives with a complete stranger in in an 10 X 8 room. Even more ridiculous is living with two strangers in the same room. These were two big small town Iowa dudes as well. Justn caught me stealing his toothpaste. How I ran out in the first three weeks of college I don’t know.
“Hey, man. Are you using my toothpaste?”
“Yeah, but it’s okay. I’m using your toothbrush too. So, you know.”
Jy. I moved in with Jay after Cory and Justn. Nice guy, member of the jazz band, losing his hair during my tenure. I walked in on Jy and his girlfriend making out once. I opened the door and I see her sitting in the recliner that is rocking. Jy has obviously jumped on the floor because he is now sitting cross legged with a Nintendo controller in hand in front of a snowy TV screen. He was very friendly when I came in. “Oh, hey Jeff! What have you been doing? Studying? Probably, you’re a good student. Hey, good to see you. Duck Hunt’s not working.”
Wyat. Wyat was a hard nut to crack. He was my roommate when I transfered to the University of Iowa. He had long blonde hair and wore a trench coat. He partied a lot and didn’t really study. Yet, he was brilliant. Last I knew he was in medical school. He once bought Ritalin from a guy down the hall for finals week. “Dude, I studied for 14 hours straight.” He had a CD burning business. One CD $5.00. Mix $7.00. This was before anybody else had burners so he was making some cash. He also had a 110 disc CD changer. It was like a precursor to an Ipod that you needed two people to carry and an extension cord. I would often come home to find a “Jeff, 15 minutes please” note on our dry erase board on the door signifying it was alone time for he and his girlfriend. Wyat fact bonus: Two doors down was a guy named Jeff Pickel. He dropped out of school and I’ve seen him on “America’s Most Smartest Model” and some other ads. Weird.
My wife’s parents. Mik and Juli. I lived with them when I first moved to Springfield. I was friendless, homeless, and jobless. I was just the kind of guy that parent’s want their daughter to date. What was intended to be a 3 week holdover turned into an 8 month partnership. They would call my wife, who was just my girlfriend at the time, to tell me I needed to cleanup. Oh, and I got to eat their food. Yoplait. Yummy.
Jaso. Roommate while interning at Letterman. 400 sq ft one room apartment. Inflatable mattresses. Have not spoken since.
Alex. One of seven roommates in Wales for a semester. Hadn’t showered for 8 months. Peed out his window instead of in toilet.
So, there you have it. I’m certain my roommates would have odd stories about me too.
Next prompt: What is the last thing you recorded on a VHS tape?