They pay you so much. Why can't you read?
When you have shit for me, put it in my inbox. I know you have shit to give me, hence the existence of this inbox. Taking your shit is my job. But there is a place to deliver this shit, and it is labeled with big black letters that spell 'INBOX.'
MY CHAIR IS NOT MY INBOX.
It is where I sit. If you put shit on my chair, I will only pick it up and put it in my inbox. Which is yet another task you could have done for yourself, that I have to do for you.
Thank you.
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One of my roommates in college used to stack things that I would leave in the living room (like, oh, A TEXTBOOK or some other totally normal thing) in front of my bedroom door every day. I finally lost it and the day ended up with both of us throwing groceries at each other. It was AWESOME.
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