Thursday, October 24, 2013
When I heard I would be traveling to Miami for the Apartment Revenue Management Conference in September, I was transported back in time.
The year was 1998. I was 15 years younger, five pounds heavier and really digging Will Smith’s new single, “Miami.” I didn’t know anything about the city, but from what I gathered based on the lyrics, every day like a Mardi Gras—everybody party all day. On the...
Thursday, October 10, 2013
During a hiking trip through Utah a few years ago, my friends and I went to a diner for lunch. I was hemming and hawing over the pancake options when our waiter arrived at the table. He was just your average server—tall, brown hair, three teardrops tattooed under his right eye.
You know, the usual.
Deeply distressed that the same man who put three people in the ground would also be delivering my...
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
A few years ago I walked into the kitchen to find my old roommate shoving an entire tray of uneaten lasagna down the garbage disposal.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, as she repeatedly stabbed the noodles with a fork to dislodge them from the container.
“This is what a garbage disposal is for,” she confidently explained.
Incorrect. So incorrect, in fact, that our disposal broke two...
Thursday, October 3, 2013
If I had to make a life list of the things I most despise, making small talk would fall just below people leaving uneaten desserts at restaurants and glitter (it never goes away).
Consider the conversation required in an elevator. Whether it’s a stranger or my best friend, the second those doors shut and I have to decide whether to look directly at them or speak to them through their reflection...