Putting Perspective Into Perspective

A few days ago, I sat in the kitchen at my boyfriend’s parents’ house complaining that I had recently found out that a place I frequent is somewhat *infested* with roaches…

You can only imagine how grossed out and appalled I was at this. So there I sat, going on and on about how disgusting and how I was never going back and blah, blah, blah.

I didn’t think anything about my complaining, and I probably complained to a few more people about the same issue between then and when what happened next happened.

{Also, before I go on, I should inform you that I live in a school dorm. Not the place with roaches I’m referring to, but also not exactly the cleanest, nicest, place either.}