Revenge of the Vacuum

Look around you; find something that is blunt, heavy but manageable. Now try not to run down the hall and bash your room mates head in. That is the predicament that I am in right now. I have the instigated motivation to barrel down the hall and knock him out cold.

Room mate trouble are nothing new for me, I just know that I am a neat freak and, like most other college guys, my room mates are really messy. I had been waiting for the kitchen to be magically cleaned (via. my lazy room mates), but it got so bad that I just decided to clean the place myself.

I began around lunch time and while I was cleaning, all of them came into and left the kitchen without helping. I thought the slamming of shelves and cooking ware was a signal that I was upset that no one was helping me.

From beyond the walls of the kitchen, after just seeing me clean, I heard my room mate begin to play his guitar. I was going to have my revenge.

I cleaned the entryway to the house, a dusty area where everyone leaves their shoes. Instead of breaking out the dustpan, I swept everything onto the rug and then got out the vacuum cleaner. Then began to vacuum the entire front room, banging the vacuum up against the door to the Hendrix-wannabe room mate.

I am sure he noticed since I almost broke open his door in the process. Surely I did not need to vacuum the front room, but the ruckus that it makes appeased my disdain for him ignoring the fact that I needed some help cleaning.

I am done now, but I am going to do my best next time to not clean it up. In fact, I might make it unlivable for them, hopefully forcing them into cleaning it.

These guys are so lazy that, when I get home from the paper on Wednesday night, I have to take out the trash cans, at 2 or 3 a.m., because they "forgot to."

Anyone have any ideas of how to make them change their ways? Or maybe have a suggestion for me on how to outlast their disgusting-ness. Either way, here is the result. Too bad I didn't get a 'before' photo.