I Guess He Still Needs Me

Or at least my credit card

Well, I did it. I left Gomer at school over the weekend. It wasn’t that hard, actually. He made it real easy on me because the night before he was supposed to leave, I was like, “Hey, you sure you’ve done everything you need to before school starts, right?”

And he was like, “Duh. Of course.” And he rolled his eyes at me like I was an absolute moron.

So then I was like, “Let me have your login, please. I need it just in case.”

He gave me his login and I signed in and found DOZENS of unopened emails that were marked “Important” and “Urgent” and “Get this shit done ASAP” (okay, maybe that last one didn’t exist, but it should have because he might have opened that one).

“Gomer, what the hell? There’s all kinds of stuff here that you didn’t do,” I said.

“Like what?” he asked.