We always wondered why it took Sandy so long to get ready before going out. The rest of us would be ready to party by seven o’clock and we would just sit around waiting for her to get her act together. Finally, one Friday, I told her that I would leave with her after work and go back to her place where we would both get ready for the evening. I just wanted to see what exactly was taking all that time, and after getting into her apartment it took me less than five minutes to see what the hold up was. “Sandy, you really need to invest in a little, ready to install closet organizer for in there,” I said after taking a peek in her bathroom closet. I had never seen anything in my life like it. It was no wonder that it took the girl three hours to get ready, heck I’m surprised that she can get ready at all, you would be hard pressed to find anything in that bathroom closet without a guided tour. I’m still not sure that I wasn’t imagining things, but her bedroom closet was even worse than the bathroom, there were clothes in heaps and piles and random articles draped with no hangers over the rods. The outfit she finally decided on was hanging over the back of a chair in her dining room. I had thought that the girl was just slow; I had no idea that she was the sloppiest person on the eastern seaboard.