I hated it there. She kept everything all perfect, and noticed if you ever touched anything. And I mean anything. Once just to mess with her I turned a couple of decorative cups around so the handles pointed at an odd angle. I swear, she wasn’t in the room three minutes before she spotted it and fixed the goddamn cups. She shot me this real bitchy look when she did it, too. The look said I know what you’re up to, Buster. That’s what she called me when she got mad. Buster.
You asked why I ran away, didn’t you?
OCD can be unnerving sometimes.
I bet there’s not a speck of dust either. Nice one!
Reminded me of Monica Geller in FRIENDS. Too much of obsession can be a turn-off too.
I thought this kitchen was unusually clean myself.
Nicely done. It makes sense why he ran away.
I think that would freak me out as well…
She’d be tough to live with. A bad match there.
Now tell if from her side. What’d she say ’bout him?
I’d run too. I like the way you expressed the narrator’s attitude in this. Well done!
Yes, Buster, don’t mess with decor! I know people like that. I can be people like that unless I try really hard to relax and let the pillows be out of place. It’s a disease. Forgive us! 😉
I used to be the one who had to make it perfect. Next time Buster, stop by and pick me up! Totally enjoyed reading your work, Randy!
Neatness freaks make other’s lives miserable and that’s why Buster ran away. Good writing highlighting this point
I suspect the neatness wasn’t the only problem. She sounds nasty. Well told.
Even without the cleanliness, just being called Buster would have made me run away 🙂 Nicely done.