It is really fucking freezing here today. So when I wander downstairs to put the heater on, what do I find? My housemate who complains about the cold on a summer day is sitting outside and has all our doors and windows open. There is actual frost and she has the doors and windows open.
Me: I can't believe you off all people are okay with this.
Her: Oh, I'm not, but I can never figure out when to turn the heat on.
Me: This is not a whether to turn the heat on situation. This is a close the doors and windows before all else situation.
Her: Oh, do you want me to close them?
You know, I don't even know what to say to things like that. Yes, I want you to close them. I want you not to open them at all. If you have to wear your winter coat and a hat and gloves to sit outside, I want you not to wake up and decide for the entire house that today is a grand day to open up to the weather. I want you to use your brain. I do not think this is a tough request to meet.
Next conversation we have:
Me: Are you going anywhere today?
Her: No, I don't think so.
Me: Well, I said last night I need to go to the store. Could we switch our cars out of the drive today?
Her: Oh. Well, I guess so.
You guess? You parked fucking behind me. Ergo, you need to move your car. I gave you twelve hours notice and it's hardly the break of dawn as we have this conversation. Move your god-damn car.
Her reason why she doesn't want to go out and move it?
It's too cold.