I was watching Big Wing (with my favourite Japanese actor) for the gazillionth time on my computer when I came back from work. Suddenly I heard a familiar ticking noise in the room that I couldn't quite place at that particular hour and mood.
Then it registered.
No way! I thought to myself incredulously. It couldn't be the iron.
My fear peaked into a sudden rush of anger as I turned towards the switch on the wall. True enough, the iron and hairdryer's red light indicator is on.
Oh. My. &*()$$@$^%*&&$%.
The iron has been left on like this for 12 hours, since before we left for work.
The iron has been left on like this for 12 hours, since before we left for work.
There could be a fire! All my important documents could've been burnt! My sleeping housemate could've died! The electricity bill is gonna bomb!
I hate it when KC forgets little details like this. Socks all over the floor, keys and glasses on the ironing board, damp bath towel on the bed... anything that messes with my order pisses me off big time. And right on top of the "1o things that piss me off" list is forgetting to switch off anything that you switched on. Not so much when it comes to lights and fan, but definitely a no-no when it's the iron or air-conditioning. To be fair, I'm not a super systematic and organised person. I do forget where I leave my wallet/keys/glasses/ring in the room sometimes. But to let that happen on a daily basis and then whining for me to find the mislocated items is very irritating.
Is switching off the iron right after using it too big a task?
Are all men insensitive and retarded in that department?
Are all men insensitive and retarded in that department?
Am I being too demanding?
I proceeded to switch off the iron pronto. Blue fire zapped from the plug. I quickly withdrew my finger. I want to add another lament to my earlier paranoia.
I could've been electrocuted and die a gruesome death.
2 comments:
Man, Do I feel lucky. My husband does pretty well compared to your guy. He always gets the dirty clothes and towels into the laundry basket and manages to always put the toilet seat down, too! I can't complain!
whew! your could have burned. that's a real bummer. why not punish the boyfriend by hiding the remote control? err, I have not lived for along with a man in my entire life, hence the lack of witty advice to offer.
how about cutting of the hem of his pants?
peace!
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