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Several years ago, I rented a small house that I shared with my girlfriend. It was located right across the street from the bar where I worked and where my roommate frequented. One day, she stopped in after work about three o’clock in the afternoon to have a drink. She told me that she had to go over to the house to stuff manicotti shells for her boyfriend, who was coming to dinner around seven.
A group of our friends came in and the drinks started flowing. By six o’clock, my roommate could barely walk, let alone cook. I told her that I would fix dinner when I got home at six thirty, but she insisted that she could do it. I knew that this was not going to end well.
She went on home. I followed about a half hour later. As I walked in the door, her cat came up to me. There, in the middle of his head, was a huge glob of spaghetti sauce. When I walked in the kitchen, there sat my roommate, on the floor with the pan of cooked shells in her lap. She was attempting to squeeze the ricotta mixture into them (at least I think that was what she was doing). I could see that she had already totally destroyed several of them. I managed to talk her into going in to take a bath while I finished the cooking. I managed to salvage the shells that were left and placed them in the oven to bake. I then began to clean the house.
I don’t know how she had done it, but there was spaghetti sauce everywhere. I expected it in the kitchen, but it was also in the living room and both bedrooms. Even our plants had spaghetti sauce all over them. I then realized that her stupid cat had proceeded to drag this sauce all over the house.
So I spent the next fifteen minutes trying to capture the animal so I could clean it up. Then I began to clean the house at breakneck speed. I finished everything about five minutes before her boyfriend was to be there.
By the time her boyfriend showed up, supper was cooked and the house was clean. He took one look at her in her drunken condition, became angry and left. I was ready to kill her.
Needless to say, she never pulled that stunt again.
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