maids, janitors, custodians, garbage men, sewage treatment plant workers, facilities maintenance people, and chinese all do the jobs nobody else wants to do. so power to them. they are earning a living, stimulating the economy, and living the american dream by doing these jobs. so dont rip on the family for having a maid. bottom line: she cleans their house and earns a wage doing it. power to her.
assuming the jerseys and other fly gear were in the kid's room, the problem i see is the specific delegation of the kid's bedroom being within the maid's cleaning responsibility. kid, clean your own damn room. do your own damn laundry, and your own dishes even. because, probably, someday you will have to. and when that day comes you will be among the countless shitty roomates that dont hold up their end of the bargain. then your other roomates will talk shit about you outside your bedroom door while you are trying to sleep. and then they'll buy a psychotic attack puppy just to get back at you. at least thats what happens in my house.
furthermore there is the respect issue. have you ever been rude to the maid? not even that: do you ignore her and treat her like C3PO because the only value you see in her life is to clean up after you? possibly you treating her like a service droid instilled some malcontent in her heart, which she expressed by tossing your mad ill threads into the garbage. or the trunk of her civic to give to her cousin's kids.
finally, just how much value do you place in material objects, specifically clothing? ghandi died with a spoon, his glasses, a book, a pair of sandals, and an orange robe. like literally four or five material possessions. i understand your jerseys were sick ill nasty and probably form the cornerstone of your steeze, but honestly, you dont need them. sure, they contribute to your overall happiness, but without them your life won't cease its regular function. really, try to see this event in a good light. its a chance to liberate yourself from a life of worshiping your closet, going to the mall, and trying to find the perfect sag level for your pants. i promise your will experience truer happiness if you just toss all of this concern you have for material to the wayside. think about the things that really matter: your not retarded or mentally handicapped, you can go almost anywhere and do almost anything. you live in america, where you have the freedom to do as you choose and believe in anything you want to believe. you can say whatever you want to say, like "f*ck off" right back at me, if you are so inclined. but honestly, kid, im just trying to help you out and impart some wisdom.
pce
