I am sometimes very easily amused. My son Alan sent me a link to a blog and said "pretty funny". So, I read the one article he linked to and just had to go back and read the entire thing from start to finish. Very rare to read a blog from the beginning to the end to catch up - but I'm into this one.

My Crazy Roommate...

It was all the funnier to me because in the years 1991-1993, I lived in a "communal" house when I was consulting in New Jersey (commuting from Virginia, a mere 168 mile one way trip). I had roommates and one of them - well - let us say he was not very different from "P" in this blog.

To borrow from the My Crazy Roommate blog format, this happened once. We had been living together for six months in a rented house. The housing market was a bit slow during this period of time, so we were renting a very nice house. There were four of us in this particular one. One night in January one of the four of us walked into the family room from outside where we were all sitting - in a robe, dripping wet (it gets pretty darn cold in New Jersey in January). Conversation goes like this (YK is our "P")

YK: oh, you are wet

DB: yes, I was in the hot-tub

YK: hot-tub, we have a hot-tub?

TK: Ummm, have you looked on the deck before?

YK: yes, of course

TK: that big wooden thing out there, it is circular, with a lid on it....

YK: what is it?

DB: that would be a hot-tub

YK: hot-tub, we have a hot-tub?

Oh, the memories I have of YK. "P" reminded me of YK in many ways...