The D List

In a little over a day the live in and I will be peacing out to Portland and saying hello to France. I don’t think there is any way to fully express to you how ready we are to leave. It’s something intense.

Of course I will miss you, my friends, but there are quite a few things I will not miss while we are gone. Here they are:

• Our building’s maintenance women, Joan. I see her every morning as I leave for work and although she always manages just the slightest smile and wave, I know she is secretly judging me as I speed out of the parking garage with wet hair at already 15 minutes past 8am.
• The new friendly guy at VideoRama. I liked the silent, cool guy who used to hand out free tax advice and never smiled.
• Our dishwasher. I think its breaking.
• Our Quiznos. We are in a major fight and I hope this two week hiatus reminds them to not take me for granted.
• Our vacuum. It is broken.
• The TV.
• Watching people try to use the parking meters. I’ve seen it take up to 6 people before one car was fully paid for. I have also seen it take up to 6 people to figure out where to put the parking sticker once paid for. Hint: follow the directions, they won’t mislead you.
• The Toyota Prius. You really have to pay attention when crossing the street these days; they’ll sneak right up on you. It should be considered the new silent killer.