Goodbye and Good Riddance

Today the American group, to whom all my kitchemates belong, leaves. WHOOT!

Now that may sound callous. But wait until you here what happened this morning. I go into the kitchen for cereal. My soy milk has my name on every side of the carton, a name I do not share with anyone in the kitchen. A soy milk container I bought last night and had not opened yet.

This morning finds it opened and half gone. Plus all the dirty dishes are stacked on the counters presumably because leaving gives you an exemption from cleaning up your own mess.

I will get no revenge or retribution. No apology, certainly no confession. Why do we treat other people like that?

All I can think of at all this is "you b*tch, you b*tch."

So long Americans. May we never meet again.