Once, I found a t-shirt shoved into this little shelf unit that hangs on the back of the door to the basement. I found it funny at first. It stayed there for a few weeks. It was still funny. It stayed there for over a month. It was no longer funny.
First of all, I understand being rushed and realizing you have something in your hands that you need to leave at home on your way out the door. I even understand shoving it somewhere just to get it out of the way until you get back. I don't understand leaving it there for over a month. I don't understand not noticing it for over a month. I don't understand not wondering where the heck it went for over a month.
I ended up strategically "finding" it while she was in the kitchen and asking if it was hers. She laughed. I fake laughed. Kind of like, Hahahahahaha (bitch, please get yo' stuff out of where it doesn't belong)!!!!
Another time my landlord asked me to kind of make sure our basement was looking semi-presentable for the inspector who was coming. We had all let it slide A LOT down there. There were a lot of old laundry detergent bottles and random lost socks. By the way, none of the socks were mine. I pretty much notice when I'm missing a sock because the mate is lonely when I try to put my socks away. Regardless, I ALSO found a bra, underwear and drawstring bag shoved onto this shelf thing. I don't really know why...but I knew they were my roommate's. Don't you notice when you miss stuff like that? Like, Hmm, I wonder where my black bra went. Where could it be? Oh yeah, I shoved it on that random shelf in the basement! I think I'm going to go get it!
When I told her I found it while cleaning up the basement she was like, "Oh yeah! Thanks!" Umm, I was kind of wondering why your shit is always shoved in random locations around our house! Are you stockpiling for when terrorists try to come and steal your clothes? I mean, I just find the random shoving really weird. Anyway....
We keep a box of glass recycling at the bottom of the basement stairs. The rest of our recycling is kept in our kitchen. We don't go through a lot of glass in this house so it makes sense to keep it downstairs and out of the way. Plus I have to take the glass to a separate location for recycling because it can't be put out weekly like plastic/cans/cardboard. ANYWAY, I have told my roommate many, many, many times (subtlety is not my thing) that the glass box is at the bottom of the stairs. She sees it every time she does laundry. There's still a shit-ton of glass bottles collecting under our sink. On principle I refuse to move them to the basement. I'm debating asking her to move them, but if she forgets (and she inevitably will) I will be even more annoyed. No win situation for me. :-(
Right now, I'm blaming her parents. There is absolutely no way her parents just didn't take care of all her "misplacements" for her. I mean, I remember going through this extremely messy stage in high school where my shit just laid all over my parents' house. It didn't last long because my mom reminded me every 5 minutes to put whatever I had left lying about where it belonged. It was annoying, but it worked. And now, my roommates don't find my random sock in the kitchen cupboard. Jesus.
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