Weekend
So Eddie’s been sleeping in the living room for the past week cause he’s got a mold problem in his bedroom. What he originally thought was the flu was actually a case of mold poisoning.
At one point, Tim, who has had experience in these matters, went into Eddie’s bedroom and gave a clinical assessment of “Holy shit!”
One of my highlights of last week was watching Eddie’s face as he read a website describing the effects of mold poisoning. The funniest was when he found out that in extreme cases, the shit basically causes mental retardation and death. It’s funny because it’s not happening to me.
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Eddie and I visited Vivian on Saturday. She cooked us lunch. After lunch we heard an ice cream truck and we nearly busted down Vivian’s door trying to get out into the street.
Each ice cream bar cost $1. I got one. Eddie got one. So did Vivian.
Turns out I was out of cash so I asked Eddie to spot me. Eddie checks his wallet. He’s out of cash. Vivian hangs her head in shame and decides that she doesn’t really want ice cream anymore. Eddie asks the ice cream man if he takes ATM cards. I run back to my car and grab about $3 in parking change and buy us all ice cream. Once we stopped being embarrassed about the whole thing, the ice cream was quite good.
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