Tell me about it. One of my old roommates, Joe, bitched about everything:
“Bathroom is small.”
“Pizza is taking forever to get here.”
“Fucking Nebraska can’t stop the guddam Wisconsin running.”
It never stopped. One night, he got drunk and bitched about something to the point where he picked up a plate and threw it right at the wall shattering it. Unfortunately, a piece came back and hit him in the eye. My more sober girlfriend drove him and I to the ER to get him treated. Pretty much, he had to wear a bandage for awhile on the eye. Great, can’t wait for the bitching about not seeing half of everything. My girlfriend helped him with eye drops and switching out bandages, because he sucked at it.
Then suddenly, he disappeared one day, along with my girlfriend. Apparently they'd bonded during the time after his injuries, and eloped together, left me behind without as much as a note. I tried to track them down, but never could.
In conclusion, if it hadn't been for cotton eye Joe, I'd have been married a long time ago. Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from, cotton eye Joe?