Count to three Dave, just count to three...

"Matthew! Get your shirt out of the hall!"

Dave kicked the shirt off the floor at the top of the stairs back into his brother's room.

"I need to have it there!" said Matthew.

"No you don't."

"I'm just sorting my outfit."

"Sort it in your room."

"I need to put it there"

Dave moved back down the hall to his own room, and noticed two other garments in the hall.

"Matthew, get your laundry out of the hall! You can't keep stuff in the hallway!"

"Yes I can. Leave me alone!"

"You have two bedrooms!! Two huge bedrooms, sort into those!"

"It's only gonna be there for a minute!"

"Well it shouldn't be. Keep your shit in your room."

"You have to understand that I need to sort things into the hall."

Dave closes the door to his room, shutting his brother away. Because his door doesn't quite fit the frame, and doesn't latch, he gives the door a pretty good push, as he has sat down at his desk.

"Don't slam the door in my face" Matthew said as he opens the door to Dave's room.

"I didn't slam the door in your face Matthew. My door doesn't latch! Just go clean up your shit..."

"..You slammed the..."

"...Matthew! Go away!"

After a few minutes of sorting into the hallway, Matthew dissappears downstairs. Dave hears yelling a few minute later. It seems that Matthew is backing out of a church engagement for the evening, in order to attend a party. Dave doesn't really care, he justs wants his brother and mom to be quiet. He goes to the top of stairs, and meets Matthew storming back upstairs.

"I just don't understand. I'm not ready to sing this. I haven't practiced..." Matthre cursed, throwing down his expensive rental sheet music at the top of the stairs.

"Matthew! Don't throw that on the ground! The cathedral rented that music, you know how much music rental is!"

Dave goes downstairs to get himself a cup of coffee. He meets Matthew downstairs again, who is now frantically attempting to get a stain out of his white dress shirt in 25 minutes or less. Dave decided, against his better judgement, to calmly ask Matthew to contain his mess to his room.

"NO! I need to sort things into the hall! I've explained to you, it's the only place I can put things while I look for my white shirt!"

"You should know where your shirt is, sweetheart," said their Mother.

Matthew hisses under his breath in contempt at his surroundings. "Whatever Matthew" said Dave as he went upstairs to continue his assignment for the coming week, only to discover the rental music for the Requiem is still lying on the floor at the top of the stairs.

"Matthew!" Dave bellowed in exasperation. "Your music is still on the floor! Pick it up!"

"I'll get it when I come back upstairs!"

Dave picks up the music and goes to Matthew's main bedroom. For lack of a proper place to put it, he puts in Matthew's hamper.

A few minutes later, Matthew returns to the stairs.

"David! Where the hell is my music?!"

"I put it in your hamper," Dave said calmly.

"Great. That makes a lot of sense!" Matthew said bitterly as he closed his bedroom door.

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At this point I have to interject, and say that the hamper makes better sense than slippery sheet music at the top of a steep flight of stairs.

This marks the end of the this particular antidote. I know many of my friends put up with constant complaining from me while I am in Victoria staying at my parents' house. So I have decided to start putting anecdotes on my blog so that everyone can see what I have to deal with, understand my complaints, and also know why I do not plan to live here, no matter how cheap, once I return to Victoria in April.

To those of you who need some backgound info, I lived on my own, still live on my independantly with my sister and her husband in Nanaimo, and keep my spaces livable. Sorting laundry into the hall does not make a whole lot of sense to me.

I dunno, let me know what you all think. And stay tuned for pictures of Matthew's two bedrooms!