Sunday, August 28, 2005
Crying Back to Massachusetts. Not because we miss the two college students we left down in D.C. Rather crying over the hemorrhaging of cash in the last 72-hour period. Move-in weekend is a money sucking fest of dinners, hotel, car rental, Costco runs, Bed-Bath-and-Beyond runs, and grocery runs. It is so draining that hubby was hard-pressed to even tip the airport shuttle guy a dollar for unloading our suitcases onto the sidewalk.
Industrial cleaning products and rubber gloves were needed to clean the bathroom of the son's new 'apartment' -- an apartment that costs $1000 a month but is slightly cheaper than a college dormitory room. The place had been sub-let over the summer to tenants whose aspiring goal seems to have been, "To what degree can we trash this place in three months?" Fortunately a construction site across the street offered an over-sized dumpster into which the boys dumped EVERYTHING including the bed sheets and tube of petroleum jelly the previous renters had left on what looked like was a stolen dorm bed. Some things that landed in the dumpster weren't half bad and might have fetched some money on eBay or Craigslist.com. But this crew of twenty-year-old's would have nothing to do with that -- too much trouble... not new....out it goes.
I helped the son clean that damn bathroom before we headed back to the airport. Underneath the black scum, pubic hair, and dried vomit of whatever cretin(s) had ravaged it over the summer (or perhaps it hadn't been cleaned in years), was an aging peach-colored affair. "If there is one thing a girl can't stand it's a dirty toilet. Keep it clean!" With that we left, but not before the son asked for $20 to tide him over until his cashier's check cleared at the bank and we had supplied the daughter with specialty spices, green tea, and organic non-fat yogurt... We drove our rental, a red Ford Expedition that got less than 10 miles per gallon and which we had to fill up before returning it (don't ask), back to Enterprise and gave one another a pep rally along the way -- "They will be self-sufficient responsible adults one day; they will be self-sufficient responsible adults one day, they will...."
Industrial cleaning products and rubber gloves were needed to clean the bathroom of the son's new 'apartment' -- an apartment that costs $1000 a month but is slightly cheaper than a college dormitory room. The place had been sub-let over the summer to tenants whose aspiring goal seems to have been, "To what degree can we trash this place in three months?" Fortunately a construction site across the street offered an over-sized dumpster into which the boys dumped EVERYTHING including the bed sheets and tube of petroleum jelly the previous renters had left on what looked like was a stolen dorm bed. Some things that landed in the dumpster weren't half bad and might have fetched some money on eBay or Craigslist.com. But this crew of twenty-year-old's would have nothing to do with that -- too much trouble... not new....out it goes.
I helped the son clean that damn bathroom before we headed back to the airport. Underneath the black scum, pubic hair, and dried vomit of whatever cretin(s) had ravaged it over the summer (or perhaps it hadn't been cleaned in years), was an aging peach-colored affair. "If there is one thing a girl can't stand it's a dirty toilet. Keep it clean!" With that we left, but not before the son asked for $20 to tide him over until his cashier's check cleared at the bank and we had supplied the daughter with specialty spices, green tea, and organic non-fat yogurt... We drove our rental, a red Ford Expedition that got less than 10 miles per gallon and which we had to fill up before returning it (don't ask), back to Enterprise and gave one another a pep rally along the way -- "They will be self-sufficient responsible adults one day; they will be self-sufficient responsible adults one day, they will...."
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