Last Day ·
Did you leave the salt in the pantry or did I leave it on the counter again? I can't find it and I was making pasta earlier. It doesn't matter, I'm clearly an idiot. Anyway, the car is idling out front so I'm probably heading out now. Dont worry about the leak in the hall, I put a bucket under it. It's probably fine. See you, I guess.
It was on the counter. And the bucket is already leaking. Just go then.
Typical. I should've used a bigger bucket, but who would have found one? The floor is probably ruined anyway. I'm taking the keys on the table. Don't call me if the carpet gets soaked, I'm already halfway thinking about it. Good luck with the salt.
The floor is fine. I'll handle it. Just close the door when you leave out.
I'll close it. Or I won't. The latch is sticky anyway, and I'm not the one staying to call the landlord next month. If it blows shut naturally, that's just physics. I've got my bags in the trunk and the air is freezing. Try not to drown the kitchen. Bye.
The latch isn't sticky, you're just impatient. Drive safe.
It's sticky. I've had to jiggle it every time for months. You always have to have the last word, don't you? Anyway, the traffic's going to be miserable and I'm not in the mood for it. Good luck with the salt. I'm out.
It's not the last word if I'm right. Just leave.
Right. You're always right. It's exhausting. I'm leaving now before you can find something else to correct me about. The salt is on the counter, your problem. Don't set the place on fire while I'm gone.
I'm not setting anything on fire. Just go.
I'm already at the door. Honestly, you'd love to keep me here just to prove me wrong about the latch. It's pathetic. The car's waiting and I'm done. Good luck with the leaking bucket.
The bucket is fine. Close the door.