The Altar

My property manager visited my place to do their annual smoke alarm inspection. Every time she has entered my apartment she has said how nice it is. I am starting to think that every other person’s place must look like shit because my place is super plain.

She walked into the dining area and I wanted to laugh because she looked at the rooster, candle burning and dried flowers and said, “wow this is nice.” I can tell she was a little freaked out about it and as a fellow Latina, I am sure, she thought it was an altar of some sort. The funny thing is, I always light candles and I had just dried some roses and didn’t know where to put them so I just put it with the rooster.

Dear St. Rooster,

Will you help me with my troubles?

Ashe!

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