today I overheard a woman on the plane complaining about her boyfriend’s apartment
“he doesn’t have a coffee table, so if you’re sitting in his living room you have to put your drink on the floor.”
sure
“and he doesn’t have a lamp in his bedroom, so there’s no way to read at night.”
uh huh
“and you can’t open any of his windows, because all of his windowsills are totally covered”
okay
“with porcelain figures of Mao Zedong.”
uh wait what