Passive aggressive roommate. I'm outside smoking my weed. She leaves for work. I smell incense coming outside from the inside. I go in. Four sticks of incense are burning in one room. She's closed the door to my room, a pet peeve of mine. All this because she has a love/hate relationship with my use of cannabis. I've been smoking for 43 years. We've been friends for 32 of those 43 years. Nary a complaint of my usage until we became roommates 5 years ago. Most of the time she is oblivious to it. But every now and then, the ugly head rears itself, and I get this: Stinking room. I proceeded to squash all the incense, opened my bedroom door, opened all the windows, went outside, drew a hit off my pipe, and blew the smoke into the house. Take that.
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