the following account is hopefully one that I haven’t written about so if I did, feel to whack me in the head with a baseball bat to sharpen my dimming memory, or at least say, hey dude, you already told that story
the teenager actually washed his towels the other day, I think it was Saturday or maybe even Friday, but not without cajoling from his non lazy teenage friends and his mom.
When he took them out of the dryer, he took them upstairs but instead of folding them like a fucking normal person, he just drops them in a pile by the wall outside of the bathroom.
I went upstairs today to wake up the kids and the fucking towels are still in the same place and he still hasn’t gotten his six pack of toilet paper which is on the bar from when the wife went to cosco and I emphasize, the time before last and he goes by the bar every day.
I keep telling myself that I’m not going to say a word, I’m not going to micromanage someone who should have the fucking sense to take an inkling of responsibility for the simplest of things in life.