I’ve dated a few b*****s since I started this site, but I’ve never used it a vehicle for passive aggressiveness. But today I am. On Monday night, I cleaned until one in the morning. I scrubbed the shower, sink, and toilet and then hand-washed the floor on my knees. I swept under the couch and breakfast bar. Dusted all the furniture. Polished the silver.
I did all this because my brother Jerry was in town on business. Last night, when Jer and I got home from dinner, the air conditioner was cranked. The bench and the table were cleared off, waiting for his stuff. A table was set up for his laptop with a high-speed connection. An outlet was reserved for his cell phone. Clean sheets and towels were neatly stacked on the couch.
Did Jerry stay at my place? Did we have coffee together in the morning? Did he make the most of a rare visit, maybe the last before his baby is born? No. He went to a divey Best-Western in the grimiest sectionof the meat-packing district. What the fuck is up with that?
He is banned from POTD for a period no shorter than six months.
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Site of the Day: From Lindsay, Google circa 1960.
Actually, even in the 80’s everything was still like that. At least in Altoona. Speaking of Altoona, my hometown, why do people always make it the punchline of their jokes (look down the page)? Even George Burns poked fun, titling his autobiography The Still Love Me in Altoona. I’m from place famous for sounding comedic. Maybe I should marry a girl from Albuquerque.
I’m not standing for it any more. Adam Gopnik better watch his back. George Burns, too.