I stopped at Atria on the way home and that is always a downer. In case you hadn't heard this, she's old. That's why she doesn't do anything. At one point she sighed and said "you don't know how lonely it is to have to eat by yourself." I mentioned the hundred other people in the dining room and the three other women she eats with, but that doesn't count, I guess. She laid a guilt trip on me for her loneliness and I'm afraid I just couldn't handle it. I wasn't very nice, then she gets sad. My only consolation is that she will have forgotten that by now.
I picked up her laundry. I washed all of her underwear less than a week ago and there must be at least 15 or more pairs ready to be washed 5-6 days later. She swears she only wears one pair a day, but I think that statement, like the one about her never going to meals (which Atria records show is not true) is a product of her imagination, not a fact. I bought her 3 new pairs of underpants, which I brought to her today and she managed to lose them before I left. Then she swore I never gave her any underpants. I wanted to cry in frustration, but I just took the dirty undies home with me.
I picked up her laundry. I washed all of her underwear less than a week ago and there must be at least 15 or more pairs ready to be washed 5-6 days later. She swears she only wears one pair a day, but I think that statement, like the one about her never going to meals (which Atria records show is not true) is a product of her imagination, not a fact. I bought her 3 new pairs of underpants, which I brought to her today and she managed to lose them before I left. Then she swore I never gave her any underpants. I wanted to cry in frustration, but I just took the dirty undies home with me.
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