Something taking place in the kitchen, and something taking place in the person behind the camera who thinks this is mildly infuriating (a passive-aggressive word pair? )and mockworthy.
What else does she save, hold onto, or value that others might say no to, send packing or pitch?
Is this a "My girlfriend isn't as anal as I am about neatness" problem, or a "My girlfriend isn't as anal as I am about completely cleaning every last morsel out of a container before going on to the next container" problem?
No clickee. Interesting that dude took to the internet in an attempt to shame her. Without knowing more about their personal business all I know is that I would not care for someone airing my dirty laundry on teh interwebs. And to be sure, I do all my own laundry, all the time, so that was more of a metaphorical statement.
If he is "mildly infuriated", whatever the hell that means, he might consider moving on rather than whining.
Oh, now I see. Normally I avoid clickbait, but since your response was so pleasant now I understand. People don't always meet the standards set by others. It is good that I learned that today.
When I clicked on the arrow, as directed in the 3:43 comment I found a series of pictures, describing behavior by: a roommate who left a litter scoop in the sink a roommate who left a mess on their side of the room a wife who doesn't screw lids on tight a flatmate who left pasta out to rot a roommate who didn't like another roommate's tooth brush and took a picture of it.
At this point, I'm entirely unclear as to what head's up was given, who's the lazy pig and who needs to get over what???
And I still don't have a clue as to why the ketchup bottles were on the counter? Did the boyfriend clear them all out of the reefer. Did the girlfriend set them there to save the last squeeze and consolidate them? Were they sitting out for hours, days, weeks? When I waitressed, one of the side work tasks that need to be completed at the end of each night was the emptying and refilling of ketchup bottles in a set up similar to the one pictured. What I find strangest is the boyfriend's choice of title and his need to address everyone and present them with a shot of six almost empty Ketchup bottles on a clean and relatively clutter-free countertop and label it as a view of his girlfriend's kitchen. It's a view of six almost empty Ketchup bottles.
I'm not overthinking it, Rabel. I don't regard a boyfriend's willingness (fictional or otherwise) to present his girlfriend as silly, stupid, careless, lazy (or whatever the set-up was intended to convey to "everyone"), as amusing. Your mileage may vary.
While the litter scoop in the sink was one I hadn't heard of before the rest were tired, old, well worn examples of human self-centeredness and carelessness. Nothing new under the sun.
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Something taking place in the kitchen, and something taking place in the person behind the camera who thinks this is mildly infuriating (a passive-aggressive word pair? )and mockworthy.
What else does she save, hold onto, or value that others might say no to, send packing or pitch?
Is this a "My girlfriend isn't as anal as I am about neatness" problem, or a "My girlfriend isn't as anal as I am about completely cleaning every last morsel out of a container before going on to the next container" problem?
Dude couldn't find the trash can apparently.
Did you click the arrow? There's a list of weird things.
No clickee. Interesting that dude took to the internet in an attempt to shame her. Without knowing more about their personal business all I know is that I would not care for someone airing my dirty laundry on teh interwebs. And to be sure, I do all my own laundry, all the time, so that was more of a metaphorical statement.
If he is "mildly infuriated", whatever the hell that means, he might consider moving on rather than whining.
Oh get over yourself.
Oh, now I see. Normally I avoid clickbait, but since your response was so pleasant now I understand. People don't always meet the standards set by others. It is good that I learned that today.
Can't we all just get along?
The fuzzy pasta is interesting. It brings back memories of my younger days.
Social media's biggest sin is that everybody on it actually thinks they're interesting.
When I clicked on the arrow, as directed in the 3:43 comment I found a series of pictures, describing behavior by:
a roommate who left a litter scoop in the sink
a roommate who left a mess on their side of the room
a wife who doesn't screw lids on tight
a flatmate who left pasta out to rot
a roommate who didn't like another roommate's tooth brush and took a picture of it.
At this point, I'm entirely unclear as to what head's up was given, who's the lazy pig and who needs to get over what???
And I still don't have a clue as to why the ketchup bottles were on the counter? Did the boyfriend clear them all out of the reefer. Did the girlfriend set them there to save the last squeeze and consolidate them? Were they sitting out for hours, days, weeks? When I waitressed, one of the side work tasks that need to be completed at the end of each night was the emptying and refilling of ketchup bottles in a set up similar to the one pictured. What I find strangest is the boyfriend's choice of title and his need to address everyone and present them with a shot of six almost empty Ketchup bottles on a clean and relatively clutter-free countertop and label it as a view of his girlfriend's kitchen. It's a view of six almost empty Ketchup bottles.
You might be overthinking it Mama. It's a joke - a series of mildly amusing photos and comments about the annoying habits of roommates.
I'm not overthinking it, Rabel. I don't regard a boyfriend's willingness (fictional or otherwise) to present his girlfriend as silly, stupid, careless, lazy (or whatever the set-up was intended to convey to "everyone"), as amusing. Your mileage may vary.
While the litter scoop in the sink was one I hadn't heard of before the rest were tired, old, well worn examples of human self-centeredness and carelessness. Nothing new under the sun.
Well, okey dokey then.
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