This man does not like his apartment complex. There are RUDE PEOPLE in the building, and CARS TOWED JUST BECAUSE and THE MAINTENANCE people come in with no warning. But most importantly:
MOLE
I have mole growing around my bat tub, the maintenance told me it's not mole and just cocked it well it came back IT'S MOLE!
For the past two days, Steve has been treated to frequent faux-exasperated expostulations from my corner:
"Well, hell. IT'S MOLE."
"Take my word for it, IT'S MOLE."
"IT'S MOLE, okay, it's fucking MOLE."
Oddly, he seems to like it. Just before bed last night, I broke into his reverie. "For fuck's sake!" I said angrily. "Guess what."
He looked up, startled and concerned. I glared. He stared. Then an expression of great joy lit up his face. "It's mole!" he exclaimed. "Yes!" I said. "It's mole!"
Do you think he'll cock it?
and just like that IT'S MOLE! became my new favorite exclamation.
Posted by: finn | 02/19/2010 at 06:11 PM
Right on. It's fucking mole.
Also, I left a treat for readers who click the link to discover. A treat about bees.
Posted by: redfox | 02/19/2010 at 09:29 PM
I was about to mention the bees!
Personally I wouldn't mind hearing the Residents and the Roches play Mexican music at 6 AM. All we get at this dump is a cat yelling for breakfast.
Posted by: Ray Davis | 02/20/2010 at 10:05 AM
I, too, am in love with the bees. I have a feeling that "Well, walk both ways!" is going to be the new expression of discontent chez nous.
Posted by: Elsa | 02/21/2010 at 01:56 PM
It's not the Residents, Ray. It's the Mexican Residents. That's like the Charlatans UK, or maybe Indian Spiderman.
Posted by: snarkout | 02/21/2010 at 04:00 PM
I was looking for a post about chocolate sauce.
Posted by: David | 02/22/2010 at 09:37 AM