a fair trade

I’m [in]famous at school for always having (or eating) food, so while I was at church yesterday, my friend texted me to see if I wanted any vegetarian chili. (Who am I to say no to free food?)

Her boyfriend had made a gargantuan vat of it, and apparently likes to cook but doesn’t like to eat (?!) or wash dishes.

K: Andrea, can you wash the dishes?
A: No.
K: Farrah, can you wash the dishes? (is clearly expecting me to say no)
F: Sure!
K: :O! What!?
F: Well, you cooked, so you shouldn’t have to wash em’. I’ll do it.
K: :O!!!

While I was working on the pile of dishes in the sink, I heard them squabbling over something in the background that went something like this:
K: You ask her! If I ask her, it’ll be weird.
A: No, I’m not asking her that.
K: Ask her!
A: No!
F: What’s going on?
A: Now you got her curious!

Basically, he was wondering if I’d be willing to take out the trash for him. He recently sprained his ankle (we’re not sure why since I’ve heard opposing stories involving him looking at a pretty girl and tripping into a pothole, or being abused by Andrea and falling), so he’s been milking it for all its worth. We’ve been calling him a useless cripple because of this (only because he’s been trying to pass off everything he can to us because “he can’t walk.”).

I did indeed take out all the trash for him, and in exchange, I got a giant vat of vegetarian chili and a huge thing of spicy cornbread, which I brought to school to share the wealth/foster good relations. Twas worth it. :D I look forward to further transactions. :D

Yeahhh spicy cornbread!

Vegetarian chili! :D!

 

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