tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9467243.post113028850619097384..comments2024-01-25T13:40:18.832-06:00Comments on Education in Texas: My son's apartmentMike in Texashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00635962989639829455noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9467243.post-1130540014650222832005-10-28T17:53:00.000-05:002005-10-28T17:53:00.000-05:00I've seen much worse. After high school, a couple...I've seen much worse. After high school, a couple of my buddies wanted me to move in to an apt. with them. It featured a front door that wouldn't open, a one foot wide hole in the bathroom floor in which resided, probably amist other critters, the biggest coachroach I'd ever seen. Dishes got washed when someone's girlfriend was talked into doing them, the water system was hooked up to an unfiltered, unclorinated, canal, there was no tank for bottled water, their TV only had the picture on half the screen and empty liquor bottles were never lined up so neatly as those shown in the picture from your son's apt. But the kicker for me NOT to move in with them was the fact that neither one of them worked very often or steadily, and I did. I wasn't about to be their sugar daddy!Dan Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13397636504405471939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9467243.post-1130294342511148292005-10-25T21:39:00.000-05:002005-10-25T21:39:00.000-05:00Wow...Wow...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com