Comments on: You Want Fries With That? http://thesisterproject.com/roach/you-want-fries-with-that/ Marion Roach Smith's alternate sisterly reality, with Margaret Roach. Thu, 13 Oct 2011 15:32:18 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: marionroach http://thesisterproject.com/roach/you-want-fries-with-that/comment-page-1/#comment-630 marionroach Thu, 21 May 2009 16:29:53 +0000 http://thesisterproject.com/roach/?p=1171#comment-630 Hi, Danielle: Thanks for this. Now there's a vivid house guest tale. Does she tell it the same way? We love the she said, she said of the stories we all have and really enjoy hearing the other side, as well. Love this. Please invite her to join in with any details she's got of the same tale. Hi, Danielle: Thanks for this. Now there’s a vivid house guest tale. Does she tell it the same way? We love the she said, she said of the stories we all have and really enjoy hearing the other side, as well. Love this. Please invite her to join in with any details she’s got of the same tale.

]]> By: Danielle http://thesisterproject.com/roach/you-want-fries-with-that/comment-page-1/#comment-629 Danielle Thu, 21 May 2009 14:28:15 +0000 http://thesisterproject.com/roach/?p=1171#comment-629 I actually just wrote a post about writing yesterday! How serendipitous. There's a story about a house guest turned unwelcome that my old roommate always makes me tell, even though it is mostly her story. This guest, who had been complaining the entire time - mostly for the sake of complaining, had some romantic interest in my roommate, so when the three of us were hanging out one night, I excused myself to bed to escape from the awkward situation. They continued talking, wherein he asked my roommate if he should just go, and she said that would probably be for the best. So they go upstairs to look on her computer for flights that are leaving soon, and all of a sudden, he flips out and starts cursing at her. She locks herself in the bathroom and manages to book him a ticket while he is screaming and pounding on the door. Unsure whether coming out of my room will help or hurt the situation, I send her a text message asking if she's all right, and she replies that her sometimes-boyfriend is on the way. Usually a jerk, he proved helpful this time. He's a big guy, and friends with lots of other big guys who are all straight-edge. They all come over, most waiting in the car (I see all this from the second-story window), including my roommate (who I pray doesn't leave me in the house with this now-crazy guy). He manages to get our house guest into a cab to the airport, and sends my roommate and I on our way to a diner with some cash, like a mafioso. So we go to the diner, filled with the sort of characters you would expect to find at a diner at 2 a.m., starting to laugh about how ridiculous the whole situation is. Then my roommate's phone starts ringing and ringing: our former house guest is, of course, calling and sending text messages begging for forgiveness, saying he can't get on the plane because he doesn't have any identification (which begs the question, how'd he get on the plane to see her?). She ignores the calls, the messages, and we go back home, half-afraid to find him sitting on our stoop. Luckily he wasn't, and just became a good story to tell later. (I also just realized how long this was. Sorry!) I actually just wrote a post about writing yesterday! How serendipitous.

There’s a story about a house guest turned unwelcome that my old roommate always makes me tell, even though it is mostly her story. This guest, who had been complaining the entire time – mostly for the sake of complaining, had some romantic interest in my roommate, so when the three of us were hanging out one night, I excused myself to bed to escape from the awkward situation. They continued talking, wherein he asked my roommate if he should just go, and she said that would probably be for the best. So they go upstairs to look on her computer for flights that are leaving soon, and all of a sudden, he flips out and starts cursing at her. She locks herself in the bathroom and manages to book him a ticket while he is screaming and pounding on the door.

Unsure whether coming out of my room will help or hurt the situation, I send her a text message asking if she’s all right, and she replies that her sometimes-boyfriend is on the way. Usually a jerk, he proved helpful this time. He’s a big guy, and friends with lots of other big guys who are all straight-edge. They all come over, most waiting in the car (I see all this from the second-story window), including my roommate (who I pray doesn’t leave me in the house with this now-crazy guy). He manages to get our house guest into a cab to the airport, and sends my roommate and I on our way to a diner with some cash, like a mafioso.

So we go to the diner, filled with the sort of characters you would expect to find at a diner at 2 a.m., starting to laugh about how ridiculous the whole situation is. Then my roommate’s phone starts ringing and ringing: our former house guest is, of course, calling and sending text messages begging for forgiveness, saying he can’t get on the plane because he doesn’t have any identification (which begs the question, how’d he get on the plane to see her?). She ignores the calls, the messages, and we go back home, half-afraid to find him sitting on our stoop. Luckily he wasn’t, and just became a good story to tell later.

(I also just realized how long this was. Sorry!)

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