So... Here's the latest "entertaining" exchange...
"So, Megan's subletter is coming in this weekend, and we'd like to clear out the rest of the stuff up in the hallway so that she has room for her stuff."
-Oh, OK. I'm working every night this week, so I'm not sure I can get all my stuff out of there.
"Well, I'm just gonna take some of my stuff down to the Salvation Army each morning. If you'd like, we could just split a cab if you want to bring all of it down at once."
-Well, I'm working each night this week, so I really won't be able to bring it down.
"Well, we'd really like to clear out that stuff for the new subletter."
-Well, don't stress about it. I'm leaving Friday for my friend's wedding, I can just put my stuff in my room in the meantime.
"Oh... OK."
So... She can't get her ass out of bed just 30 minutes earlier and take her stuff down to the Salvation Army on the way to work? The Salvation Army closes at 7:30, and she starts her dinner shift at work at 5:00, so...
Needless to say, we were all stunned, for lack of a better word, at her response - or lack thereof. However, we all sensed that she was feeling a bit cornered since she seemed to be trying to get back upstairs (to her boyfriend) really fast.
And, of course, the cookie sheet is still sitting in the dish rack.