- We lived together during the fall of 2008, and when the financial crisis hit, Bahrry developed a new, annoying habit -- yelling at the reporters on MSNBC regarding the financial crisis. I mean, I understood that the financial crisis was a terrible situation that was affecting us all. However, I question the sanity of someone who is driven to yelling at pundits the way my dad yells at the Redskins when they're loosing . . .
- He slept with the doors to his room open, so essentially he was in the living room. Luckily for me, he also frequently passed out fully clothed.
- The moaning. I thought I might write a whole post on this, but couldn't stomach thinking about the details. Bahrry had a mysterious lady friend who would appear in the middle of the night, service him, and leave before the morning. I never saw her, but unfortunately I heard her . . . loudly. Bahrry, without shoes on, was shorter than I am and at least twenty pounds lighter, and despite his bathroom regimen, not exactly a looker, which begs the question, who was this girl and what exactly was she getting out of the deal?
- One Friday night I got home around 10:30 PM, which is pretty standard for me. As I walked in the door, Bahrry said in a snotty voice from one end of the hallway, "In for the night already?" I did not dignify it with a response.
- After cleaning the bathroom once, Bahrry took the candle I bought to relieve bathroom smells out of the bathroom and put it in his room! This act of thievery was easily discovered, since Bahrry left the doors of his room open to the living room at all times. This started the great passive-aggressive candle war of 2008. As soon as Bahrry left the building I returned the candle to the bathroom and lit it. He came back shortly and definitely noticed the candle, but didn't say anything, and how could he? The best part about my little plot was that, in order for him to complain about the candle's return to the bathroom, he'd have to admit that he took it in the first place, thus making him look like a giant idiot.
- One day he left his own candles burning all day in the living room while we were all at work. Luckily he did not burn down the whole building.
- One night Bahrry came home from work and before even taking his coat off, walked up and down the hallway spraying air-freshener. Then he put his stuff down, went to the bathroom (for 20 minutes) and left again.
- He crossed his name off the cleaning schedule and put a date next to it, I assume to prove he actually did his job, as if it weren't obvious the once a month the bathroom got cleaned.
- On a separate occasion, Bahrry came home and sprayed air freshener in the living room for a solid minute or two, begging the question as to why he didn't just smoke outside?
- He drank my coffee without asking. Do not fuck with my morning coffee.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Bahrry the Bizarre
Bahrry, as you all can now attest, was completely ridiculous. In addition to the big themes running through my time lived with Bahrry (like smoking, marathon stints in the bathroom, and pseudo-rude/sarcastic e-mails), he did a lot of less notable (but no less funny) weird things as well. None of these things can really sustain a blog post on their own, but together, they're pretty funny. So, as my late Christmas gift, I give you the following list:
Bizarre Things About Bahrry