One day in the middle of November, Bahrry knocked on my door to tell me about the utility bill. Mind you, I moved in in the beginning of August, and this was the first I'd heard of any of the bills we might have to pay. I mean, I knew that I was going to have to pay bills eventually, and I knew they were probably going to be high because the boys were terrible about turning things off, but with all the other things going on, nagging about paying the bills on-time didn't exactly seem necessary. As Bahrry started to tell me about the utility bill, scenes started flashing through my mind, like in a movie, of all the wasteful things I'd encountered in that apartment -- Bahrry's smoking window open while the AC was on all day, flash! all the lights on in the apartment, flash! the radio left on all day, flash! the TV left on when no one was in the room, flash! fans on inside when it's cold outside, flash! I snapped out of it as I realized that Bahrry had just said the words "hundred" and "dollars" in the same sentence.
I wasn't really sure where to go from there. I mean, I turned all those things off when I got home anyway, so maybe they didn't even notice? Passive agressively, I was thinking of leaving post-its that said "turned off by M, 11/13/08, 4:05 PM." Too bitchy? Did I even care anymore?