Oh I'm gonna be moving them as far out of the way as I can. They're all a bit overinflated, and I don't want some idiot popping one by batting it too hard. These balloons are too pricey to be wasted like that.
Also, I don't really need to distract them from grading. Outside of the whole balloon thing, there are no other problems in my room.
Lucky you.
Inspections are annoying as fuck, especially when the inspector is a rude asshat who feels the need to provide smartass commentary about the stuff you own.
Eh, I'd rather not. In one of the previous apartments I lived in, the housing manager snooped through my shit during an inspection and found some of my Mellyloon/Looneynudes print balloons. For several months after that inspection, she kept giving me fliers for sex addiction therapy and for various church groups focused around "curing sexual deviancy". And then she got mad when I didn't thank her for "helping" me.
I'd rather not have to risk dealing with that nonsense again.
12 inch toasted cheese steak sub on Italian herb and cheese bread with provolone, spinach, banana peppers, black olives, red onion, tomato, mayo, and sweet onion sauce from Subway.