today

rob and i got up at 7:30am this morning to go to my dad's to help him with some gutter thing on this house.

this is clearly much too early for both of us and we are still waking up as we walk into the underground parking when...

a huge splatter of vomit greats us at the door leading to the garage. we stop just in time and carefully jump over the large mess. i feel guilty just leaving the mess but i'm already late for my dad.

rob helps my dad with the roofing. we have lunch. we return home at 3pm

vomit is still there and we both step in the outskirts of the vomit. gross and why is it still there?

so, i do my part as an owner in the building and gather my supplies:
rubber gloves
vinegar
paper towels
plastic bag to hold used paper towels
camera

i go to the offending scene, take several pictures and clean up the mess.

it takes me about 20 minutes to clean the whole thing up and i'm worried that my ex or (even better) my ex along with his woman show up. but they don't. only 1 person comes through and doesn't even ask me what the fuck i'm doing on my hands and knees. she just says "excuse me" in her little priviledged voice as she steps over me.

i finish and go back home to craft a scathing notice to put up. see picture above.

but my printer decides to run out of ink so i spend another 30 minutes changing out all 4 ink cartridges.

and, like a predictable hollywood movie, as i'm putting up the notice at the door to the garage, guess who shows up. yup. the "even better" scenario with the ex and his woman combo.

i'm not looking up, i'm just holding the door open as they bring thru groceries and large jugs of water. i don't say a thing. i'm mute.

but.
fuck.
she decides to ask me what i'm doing. so i answer in monosyllabic words and wait for them to go up the elevator.
just fucking great.