Visiting Friends
I don’t usually have friends visiting my house. For me, it is a hassle. I hate cleaning up and tidying my apartment. I don’t even have a proper storage for shoes. They are just there… on the floor.
Okay, I admit I am a slob. But I also don’t go to the grocery frequently. What would I serve my visitors? Half of a rotting apple? Maybe a half-empty box of cereals?
My friends have been constantly pestering me about when they’ll get the chance to hang out in my apartment. Over and over, I made up excuses that my light have gone out or that I had no water or I got kicked out of my apartment. But since they are my friends, they know better and this rally hurt their feelings.
Tonight, I have finally invited my friends over. I spent the entire Saturday cleaning the apartment and getting decent furniture. My old couch practically had black holes that would swallow anyone who sits down on it. The finished look of my apartment was totally unexpected. I finally lived in a proper home not a pigsty.
A few six packs of beers, large pepperoni pizza and cheetos later, my friends’ finally got a full glimpse of my apartment.