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Sunday, October 24, 2010

Renegade Housemate


A Maverick has moved into my house (and shall not be named). We went to pick him up at Calgary yesterday; he's not where he said he was, and then 10 minutes later he's in a different spot having coffee with a friend and then quickly off to the airport where we found him. When I get home he's not there, but later rocks up with a key already made. Today he changed his number midway through the day. Some speculate he changes number every hour.

This guy doesn't play by anyones rules, not even his own. This morning, he woke up, got out a ceramic coffee mug and a marker, wrote "The Rules" on it and just smashed it on the ground; because he breaks the rules. His toothbrush is labelled "Uniformity" and he just brushes his teeth with it. Never invite him anywhere, cause if he's scheduled to be there then that's the one place he won't be. Before he goes to work (only on days he's not scheduled to be at work) he get's his schedule and feeds it to his cuckoo clock and then eats the clock; cause he eats time. He hates anything official, anything set in stone, written on paper, anything that resembles a track; he put black tape over the dashboard on his car so he's always going a different speed (whether fast or slow).

Today I came home and the whole upstairs was de-carpeted...Classic Maverick.

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