My friend Christina used to have an obscenely messy roommate. One day, she was so fed up with having to constantly clean up after her and take out her garbage and the recycling that she decided she wouldn’t do it anymore so her roomie would get the hint.
So the garbage and the recycling, which stood side-by-side, kept piling up higher…and higher…
“Until there was so much fucking garbage and recycling that a bridge formed between them!” recalls Christina.
Was she exaggerating? No. How do I know? Because she provided me with some highly convincing photographic evidence:
The flyer with “BEAUTY” emblazoned across the top in all its red, capitalized glory slumped sadly beneath the bridge of refuse is my favourite part.
