There are many things that I hate about other peoples' houses. The BIGGEST one is the Lose-The-Shoes rule. You know, that's the rule where you have to remove your shoes when you enter someone's home.

I don't walk around my OWN house in sock or bare feet.  I take off my shoes when I am done for thr night. My God, what if zombies attacked? Do you want to risk a bite to the shoulder as you pause to tie your Rebocks?

Besides, in my place there are bound to be food crumbs on the floor. Ever step on KFC Extra Crispy breading or OREO particles in sockfeet? Not pleasant.

I don't like other peoples' house smells. I am fascinated and grossed out by the odor in houses of people. (who aren't me)

It smells of cigarette smoke, fabric softeners, cat box, spaghetti or foot. (Foot odor is particularly offensive when permeated into the arms of couches from direct contact during afternoon naps,)

Possibly one of my biggest gripes about OTHER PEOPLES' digs is aimed at people who don't keep a ready supply of paper towels in the kitchen. Who can't find a use for paper towels? I go through about a roll a day in my daily life. I don't want to wipe my hands on your bacterie sponge hand towel draped over the oven door handle.

I also hate animal hair. I don't own a dog. I sure as HELL don't own a cat, Why should I accept the fact that my coat linig will be covered in your pet's dead hair when I leave your place? Fuck your cat! I will tease your cat when you leave the room. I'm a dick that way.

Don't feel bad if I don't go to your house. Our friendship/relationship doesn't need the strain. Thank you.

ugdork~Other People