Kitchen sink salad and Rose and Dave against the world

Mexico was great. I didn’t get roofied. But I did nearly get into a car I shouldn’t have gotten into. I travel-palled at a tourist site with a Dominican guy, and we missed the last truck home. So he asked three other stragglers if they’d drive us down the mountain. The main guy, wearing a neon green muscle T-shirt…

Berries and yogurt and Rose and Dave’s nightmare landlord

I have a cousin. Let’s call her Agata. She’s my mother’s first cousin once removed, she’s my parents’ downstairs neighbor, she’s my parents’ landlord, and she’s driving my mother around the bend, which is bad news for everyone. Agata is in her early ’70s. She’s always lived in the same apartment, since she was kicked out of…