This lovely tale starts back in Guatemala when a friend from traveling decided she was no longer backpacking but rather joining a group of boys bicycling to South America. She needed to lighten her load so she generously added to mine. She gave me some kind of organic face product that comes in a black jar and looks something like iodine....I hadnt touched the stuff until about 4 weeks later when out of boredom in Honduras I figured if find out what kinda job it'd do for my skin.
A month later: The house that we are renting, as volunteers, is on the property of our landlords Roy and Dina. In the last two years they have built this house from the ground up. Unfortunately, because Roy has a lot of other construction projects going on, they have yet to completely finish everything.
Last week he had some guys working day in and day out. One of them was in charge of the plumbing and apparently did a shotty job. This was deduced at 5am when we were woken up by Roy yelling about a flood outside. Water was gushing from the floor above us and had left some pretty substantial spots on the drywall ceiling right above my bed. So Roy assessed the damage and told us he'd have the guys come in and replace the ceiling the next day. So I took all my stuff out of the room and put it in the hallway closet to avoid having drywall debris all over it.
So now I get dressed in the hallway out of a giant closet. Which isnt a problem except for another side effect of living in a construction zone. The light in the room doesnt stay on. You push it, walk away, get about 5 paces and it goes off. So you do this about 5 or 10 times and you might get lucky and itll stay on.
One morning I encountered this situation and didnt have the patience to keep trying the light. So I thought, screw it. Ill just get dressed in the dark. Well my fumbly hands came in contact with the not fully sealed bottle of brown liquid face stuff which then went tumbling, open, onto the shelf below me...on top of my roommates clothes. Lovely. I freak out and while she is still sleeping haul the 3 pieces of stained clothing into the kitchen to start scrubbing..and planning what the hell to tell her when she realizes what i've done.
She wasnt too visibly upset and i managed to scrub it out of the clothes that I saw stains on. Well then she starts investigating her clothing piles and realizing its on FAR MORE than just the 3 shirts I initally saw the stains on! There are spots on at least ten items of clothing. Jesus Christ!
So I feel horrible. This particular roommate has up to this point been very generous with her personal items. We have internet here but i dont have a computer so shes let me use hers on many occasions. So i'm freaking out but im relieved when i managed to get at least those 3 shirts clean for now. I go and hang them out on the line which is dirty so taking special care, I wipe the line to avoid getting the now clean shirts dirty again. Clip them into place to avoid the Honduran winds blowing them away... and retire for the night proud of my monumental save after such an embarrassing accident.
Until the next day when the roommate 1 (owner of the ruined clothes) goes out for awhile and my other roommate goes out to take some of her stuff off the line. I figure I should go check roommate 1's clothes. While were out there Roommate 2 says "whats this?" and goes to pick up what looks like an old dishrag off the ground. This thing had its ass kicked by one of Roy and Dinas big dogs, Rex. I mean he really had a ball with this dish rag...or so I thought... until I realized it was one of Roommate1's shirts that blew off the line!!
So now ive stained half her working wardrobe for her 4 month stay here AND i've thrown one to the dogs. So..what do you think, worst roommate ever?
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