Susan comes over to Mike's. He is tearing out the leaky pipes in his upstairs bathroom: "Wall-to-wall rotten wood." ["That's pretty ambitious, considering he's only renting that place." -- Wing Chun] Susan explains that she just dropped in because Julie said Mike stopped by. "I was thinking about driving up to this wine tasting," he says. "What time do you want me to be ready?" Susan asks. SUSAN. Jesus. LET HIM ACTUALLY ASK YOU. What if he wanted you to watch Bongo while he was gone, or something? And it's not like I'm Little Miss The Rules, or anything, but there's something to be said for not appearing too eager. My God Anyway, Mike tells Susan he'll pick her up around 6, and then there's all this yammering about the drive and stuff, and the winery is really far away, and it'll be really late when they're done, and Mike offers that, if worse comes to worst, they can "get a room." Which is really terribly presumptuous on Mike's part. For the first date, particularly. I would have slapped him and stormed off. But I do watch a lot of soap operas, so my reactions are often overly dramatic. Susan is fine with it, suggesting that he make a reservation. He printed out some information on hotels that he found on the internets, he says, and goes upstairs to get the paperwork. Susan, Susan, Susan, my GOD. I am not, personally, a big Sex on the First Date kind of person -- not because I think it's morally wrong or anything, I'm just uptight in general, personally, although heavens knows I might change my tune if said date were with, for example, Mr. Jude Law -- but I certainly feel no compunction in saying that I think making a reservation at a hotel on your first date is really rather beyond. Unless you are a professional. Even when two people KNOW they're going to have sex at the end of the night, sometimes it is fun to PRETEND that one or the other or both of them might have to work for it. I am actually clutching my pearls
Anyway, while Mike is upstairs getting the hotel information, Susan plays with Bongo and asks if he wants a snack. She calls up to Mike to ask where the dog treats are, and he can't hear her, and she says she'll find them herself and she goes into the kitchen and she opens a cabinet and of course she finds Mike's stash of guns and his weapons cache. So many issues. First, some people on the boards were gasping at her snoopy rudeness, which I don't think actually think is a factor here. It's the kitchen, first of all, not his bedroom, and most people generally don't think twice about opening the kitchen cabinets to get a glass or something, because the kitchen cabinet is not a place where people hide personal doodads. Second, even if it were a place where someone would hide personal doodads, if you have something to hide, you really cannot rely on the assumption that everyone entering your house will not be snoopy. Therefore: the kitchen cabinet is officially the worst hiding place ever. Susan takes several piles of cash out and then replaces them hastily when Mike comes downstairs to answer the phone. He has this boring conversation with his tile guy, and yada yada yada, Susan manages to convince Mike to allow her to let the tile guy in when he's off getting wood or something the next day, so that she can snoop around some more and continue on the merry path of ruining her life.