Last Night’s Martini Glass
Walking into the living room, she was assaulted with the visual cacophony of his clothes, his mail, his magazines, his shoes, jacket and tie and last night’s martini glass! How many times had she asked him to put his stuff away? A hundred, a thousand? Nagging and yelling didn’t work. Threatening to toss the stuff out fell on deaf ears.
She began to pick up various articles of clothing, grimacing at this relentless never-ending chore. If only he would just clean up after himself, if only I didn’t give a shit the way he obviously doesn’t! Ridiculous! It’s enough already!
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