I Just Love Coming Home

I should've known. As I approached my apartment door and fumbled with my keys, I heard some rustling from within followed by a somewhat whispered "Ben's home!" Just what I wanted to hear. I heard someone attempting to unlock the door so I put my keys away. The door opened. I looked around.

People I don't know, beer, and the unmistakable sound of vomiting coming from my bathroom. Oh, and a weird smell. Just what I wanted to come home to.

My sister and her "friends" departed en masse shortly after my arrival. This is not entirely bad - at least I'll have peace and quiet. But they left a path of destruction on their way to the door.

I wonder who'll have to clean it up. I'll leave you to ponder that....