The lease on the house Dan was sharing with his buddies was up at the end of July. They had found a townhouse to move into but it wouldn’t be ready until the middle of September, so Dan brought all his stuff over to my house. I was cool with that, sure it would be a temporary arrangement. Since he has a car now, he wouldn’t interfere with my routine (such as it is) and we would generally stay out of each other’s way.
Well, they didn’t get the townhouse as they had hoped. One friend couldn’t find a job and the others weren’t going to sign the lease until they were sure everyone could pay his part of the expenses. So Dan is back with me, not permanently, but indefinitely.
It’s been OK except for two things. He likes to have the air conditioner cranked up to walk-in-freezer level, and I can do very well with just a fan blowing. So when he comes in the house, he immediately turns the air down to 68. As soon as he leaves, I immediately turn it back up to 77. Maybe he should pay the bill when it comes in; that’ll stop his trigger-happy fingers.
The other thing is that he can’t drive for a few weeks because, unbeknownst to us, his license has been suspended. We wracked our brains trying to find out why his license had been suspended; I even pulled his driving record from the MVB in Frankfort but it was clean. Apparently if you don’t change the address on your license within 10 days of moving, your license can be suspended and you have to go to traffic school. (I think it’s a rip-off, myself.) So until he gets that taken care of, I have to drive him to work and the gym and other places. I tell myself it won’t be for long. But I thought I had hung up my chauffeur’s hat for good.
For the most part, we get along. We just do our different things. He likes watching sports and shows like Family Guy and Megan Wants a Millionaire, both of which I can only take in small doses. I don’t watch much television at all. And talk about your backseat driver! He makes me nervous when we’re in the car together because he’s so critical of my driving. I hope the next place I get to taxi him to will be traffic school, and then back to the driver’s license office so he can get reinstated and I – both of us – can have our freedom back.