Pocket Wine Snob

i am equally disgusted and amused with the scenario that has entered my life a short time ago. a mysterious trident (the gum, not the 3-pronged spear the all the powerful greek gods have) wrapper showed up on the stairwell to the floor that our apartment is on. my little brother tells me we live in garden style apartments, which apparently means everything except the apartments themselves is open. so i expect if the maintenance crew or some good hearted passerby hadn’t fixed the wrapper situation by now, the wind might have. not so. you see, the wrapper showed up exactly one week ago today- even to the hour. normally, i would be the one picking the trash up, considering i am that annoying “save the earth” “don’t waste” “live green” tree-hugging type, but for some reason, curiosity has gotten the best of me, and i am absolutely desperate to see how long it sits there before either nature or a person with a sense of responsibility takes care of it. there is a problem, though, and it makes me wish for a quick resolution that does not require my interference. our lease at this complex ends in 15 days. which means that some random good hearted person needs to get lost in my frustrated part of baltimore county, or a hurricane needs to form, turn outside its expected trajectory, and blow exclusively through allyson gardens 2. i don’t care which, but it needs to happen in the next 2 weeks so i can see how long that wrapper will stay there.

i don’t know about you, but if either scenario is going to happen? my money goes on the hurricane.

cuz the only tree hugger on this side of baltimore county swore out of the game to watch the results.