misadventures in cohabitation
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kaberettWhen I finally peeled myself off the sofa last night, and made it through to the bathroom to brush my teeth and be a flamingo do my balance work and so on, I expected this to be routine and normal and uneventful.
I did not expect the bathroom ceiling to yell at me.
I especially did not expect it to yell at me in French.
The important context, which none of you have any particular reason to recall, is that our ex-landlord had been doing the place up (as he claimed) as his quote-mancave-unquote, complete with Bluetooth speakers recessed into the bathroom ceiling.
The other important context is that A normally does his Duolingo for the day while I'm doing getting-ready-for-bed bathroom things.
Normally, we do not use the Bluetooth speakers -- me because I don't want to and Adam because he is very accommodating of my preference for Not Background Noise.
But, for reasons, A had ended up piping music through them on Sunday evening, loud enough that he could hear it over the shower.
And, because we very rarely use them, he doesn't have "turn it back off at the wall afterwards" ingrained as habit.
Which meant that. On Monday evening. When he was doing his Duolingo. His phone automatically connected to the speakers.
"Huh," he thought, approximately, "I didn't hear the Duolingo noise, or -- I thought I did but from Somewhere Else? and That Can't Be Right...?"
-- whereupon I stomped in from the bathroom looking Outraged and also Dismayed because, again, the bathroom ceiling had just yelled at me in French.
(For bonus points, the only word I actually managed to resolve was "Espagnol", which discombobulated me even more.)
The look on his face as horrified comprehension dawned was wonderful.
I did not expect the bathroom ceiling to yell at me.
I especially did not expect it to yell at me in French.
The important context, which none of you have any particular reason to recall, is that our ex-landlord had been doing the place up (as he claimed) as his quote-mancave-unquote, complete with Bluetooth speakers recessed into the bathroom ceiling.
The other important context is that A normally does his Duolingo for the day while I'm doing getting-ready-for-bed bathroom things.
Normally, we do not use the Bluetooth speakers -- me because I don't want to and Adam because he is very accommodating of my preference for Not Background Noise.
But, for reasons, A had ended up piping music through them on Sunday evening, loud enough that he could hear it over the shower.
And, because we very rarely use them, he doesn't have "turn it back off at the wall afterwards" ingrained as habit.
Which meant that. On Monday evening. When he was doing his Duolingo. His phone automatically connected to the speakers.
"Huh," he thought, approximately, "I didn't hear the Duolingo noise, or -- I thought I did but from Somewhere Else? and That Can't Be Right...?"
-- whereupon I stomped in from the bathroom looking Outraged and also Dismayed because, again, the bathroom ceiling had just yelled at me in French.
(For bonus points, the only word I actually managed to resolve was "Espagnol", which discombobulated me even more.)
The look on his face as horrified comprehension dawned was wonderful.