Intervention

“Look Jeff, we’re worried about you,” Jeff’s mother said. All of Jeff’s friends and family had gathered in his apartment somehow, even his sickly great-grandmother that lived in Florida. “Even Nana is here for you.”

“I don’t have a problem!” Jeff exclaimed.

“What your mother is trying to say is,” Jeff’s father attempted, “well, look at you, son! You’re eating cereal from the lid of an Applebee’s Carside To Go take-out container. I mean, I could understand reusing the bottom part—”

Jeff shrugged, “I used it yesterday.”

“Just use your dishwasher, Jeff. That’s all we’re asking.”

“I’ll do what I want!”