Haunted Roommate: She's the Ghost Who Babysits Me
Not So Low Blood Pressuredishes from food wars
The dishes that waited for me on the table were BBQ ribs, chili con carne, sauteed broccoli, and zucchini soup.
I shamelessly polished everything off again.
After freeloading like this for three days straight, I started to feel a little guilty. This ghost not only had a good temper, but she also clearly knew how to run a household.
I dug a pink sticky note out of a drawer and, using a thick black pen, wrote, "Hi. What should I call you? I feel bad just eating your cooking all the time."
When I finished, I placed the note neatly in the center of the table.