I actually do have other jobs, just to make my life go

I just spent a half hour fully absorbed in the comments from an Airbnb host in my neighborhood. It was like an entire novel (or maybe just a short story), Elizabeth the Reluctant Airbnb Host.

I feel like I know her (I don't actually know her, though). I recognize her opinions about energy efficiency and breakfast and bathroom habits and "kids today." I am most suspicious about the "health conspiracy rant" mentioned by Shelby. Not to mention the episode with the bat and and Tums and the vomit bowl and the "girly question."

 Oh, Elizabeth.

I could actually go on for pages, but I'll leave this happy ending here.