In the basement of the duplex we rent, there are two storage cages for the tenants to…you guessed it…store things. They are kind of creepy looking and I always expect to see Hannibal Lecter in them whenever I go down there. “If you want your space heater, you’re going to have to tell me something personal about yourself. Quid pro quo, Mario, quid pro quo.”

Yesterday they fixed the basement so it will no longer flood when it rains. Since we weren't aware (read: never told) it would flood when it rained (the landlord says neither was she to which I humbly respond, “Yeah, right” but that’s another story), the bottom of some of the boxes we had on the floor got soaked during the aforementioned flooding a few months ago. Yes, I was pissed off about it but what else is new? Now that it’s fixed, last night I finally got around to repacking the soggy boxes into new ones and what did I find? My Batman doormat! I thought it was lost forever yet there it was in one of the boxes. Needless to say I was thrilled. Yes, it’s just a doormat but as I said in a previous entry, it was a cool doormat. It turns out the movers weren’t incompetent after all. I was. But hey, it was towards the end of our marathon packing, and shit happens so sue me. Besides, I swear I remember one of the movers picking up the Batmat and taking it to the truck. In any case, it is back safe and sound.  

Ah, but the moment was bittersweet. For in another box that was full of books, many were ruined including three really cool Daredevil graphic novels and my first edition of The Dark Knight Strikes Again (or DK2 as it is also known) by Frank Miller. I guess the universe would say this is balance. My response to the universe would be, “Bite me.”

So my night had a high and a low and then it got weird. You see, we have some boxes we folded and saved for future use. We removed the ones that were soggy and useless after the flood and threw them onto the floor (in anger, I might add). Last night I took them out to the curb because today was trash day. As one of them fell to the ground, it flipped over and I noticed a used condom stuck to it. Yes, you read that correctly. I don’t know what the universe would say about it but all I can say is: "Ewww, what the hell is going on down in that basement?"

And why doesn’t anyone ever invite me?