A nearly good conversation.

Last night at work, I nearly had a good conversation with a server who I’ll call Gloria.

We began with a conversation about moving.

She’s moving later this month.

I told her that I’m in the same apartment for the 3rd year in a row now mostly because I hate the thought of packing and moving. 

She told me she’s basically moved at least once a year since she moved out of her mom’s house 10 years ago but she’s still not thrilled about her upcoming move. “I love the home I’m in now,” she said.

“May I ask you a question then?” I said.

“Sure,” she replied.

“If you love the home you’re currently in, why are you moving?”

Apparently, something has changed between her and her roommate which has made it unbearable for Gloria to remain in the house. 

She gave me an example why it’s unbearable for her to continue living there.

“Just the other day, I’d done my laundry. Once my gym clothes were done washing, I hung them in the laundry room to dry which is normal. Then she came in, took them all down, and put them in a laundry basket. Again, that’s normal. But when I looked in the laundry basket, there was a large ball of lint from the dryer sitting on top of my clothes. I couldn’t believe how petty.”

The two have been friends for over 10 years and it seems the friendship is in jeopardy now that Gloria is moving out.

When I asked her if she intended to remain friends with her roommate after moving out, she said no.

Then before I could ask any more questions about the situation, the clock struck 9:30pm and I was told to take the pot of mashed potatoes I’d been serving back to the dish room.

Sometimes I hate that about work.

As soon as someone starts telling you something, someone comes around the corner and tells you to go back to work. 

Like I said, I nearly had a good conversation.