As I was leaving the apartment on Tuesday, I discovered that my landlord had very kindly left me a note informing me that someone would be by on Wednesday to spray for bugs and I must therefore remove everything from my cabinets. Or else I'd be charged for return service. Because there's absolutely nothing I'd been planning to do Tuesday night other than empty the contents of my kitchen into boxes and move them into the dining room. In fact, I often do that anyway, just for fun. I really appreciate how they were kind of enough to give me so much notice, too, in case I was out of town or had to write a paper or something. Except not. So I spent about half an hour Tuesday night stomping around and carting stuff into the kitchen, then about another half hour taking out the trash and straightening up, because I can't stand the thought that the bug-spraying guy might think I'm a slob (God, I'm pathetic). Okay, so he was supposed to come at 3 on Wednesday:
3:00 - No bug-spraying guy.
3:15 - Still no bug-spraying guy.
3:30 - I go downstairs to check my mail and notice the bug-spraying guy knocking on someone else's door.
3:45 - I decide to go return a video. No sign of the bug-spraying guy.
4:15 - I get back to find a note telling me someone has been in my apartment.
All that, and it sounds like it took all of 10 minutes for him to spray the cabinets. And the contents of my kitchen are
still in the dining room, because I've so far been too lazy to put them back. (Because it appears I
am, in fact, a slob, even if I did manage to fool the bug-spraying guy.)