That's a lot of Onion Rings

My father just called me (at work) to tell me he was at my place. Specifically, to tell me he was in my kitchen. I have asked that they call before they do this so that I can prepare myself, but I don't think they understand the concept of privacy. I don't know what possessed me to allow them to keep the second key to my place - I should just change my locks at this point, or better yet, I should just let them walk in on me getting it on with RB, or masturbating to a porn.

So my father tells me he is dropping off a 20 pound bag of onions. By the way, he came via the subway, not a car.
I live alone with my dog - what am I to do with 20 pounds of onions in my small condo? That bag is bigger than dogs food bin.
Speaking of which, he tells me that I left my dishwasher open and that the dog will get to them. I told him that I just washed them and that they hadn't dried properly and that was the reason it was open. Besides, my dog isn't likely to walk up to my dishwasher and lick clean plates, nor is she going to use any of my utensils. Where my father comes up with stuff is beyond me.

My parents have done this on many an occassion. I will be walking up to my building through College Park and I will see my father waving to me from the window, with such vigour that to others, it would appear he was washing my windows. I will enter my unit, and both parents will begin chatting about how to do this on my PC and why I left my clothes on the floor. It never ends. The worse part, is their apparent need to discuss maintenace of my household. I think I am a fairly tidy and clean individual, but my mother will take it upon herself to start cleaning or some such thing. She also likes to save things that she thinks would be re-useable, be they bottles, rubber bands, twist ties, or those super absorbent Scottie Towel papers. YES, she will use the towel papers and then wash them and hang them to dry, to be re-used again.

I pointed out to her that they said disposable on the package.

She doesn't like it when I speak to her like that. For some odd reason, she thinks I am being sarcastic. There have been times where I have gone away to the cottage for a weekend, leaving my place in the care of my mother, only to return home to find the kitchen wallpapered with the stuff.

At least the rest of the condo was clean.