The Closet Wars at Deb’s House in Chile
So listen… two girls land themselves in Deb’s house in Chile, thinking it’s gonna be a sweet little roommate situation. Cute, right? Wrong. Because apparently, this wasn’t a roommate story — this was a Netflix mini-series waiting to happen.
The problem? The closet.
Now, normal roommates? They’ll divvy up the closet like adults. Half here, half there, keep it moving. But not Miss Thing. This lady? She took the entire closet. Like, ALL of it. Hangers, shelves, the prime corner spot where you hide your good shoes — she claimed it like she was planting a flag on the moon. And when called out? Oh, suddenly she had “no idea” what the problem was. Girl, you are the problem. Closet gate, y’all. Closet. Gate.
The other girl? Standing there with one sad sweater draped over the chair, looking like an extra in a telenovela. She should’ve packed her bags and gone home right then and there.
But wait — plot twist. Enter the white girl. And tell me why she sounded like Teena Marie after two margaritas? Voice soft, soulful, but the drama was high. Sis had no business being caught up in closet wars at Deb’s house in Chile. She, too, should’ve sashayed right out the door, humming “Square Biz” while calling an Uber.
And Deb? Baby, Deb was probably sitting in the kitchen sipping tea, watching the whole thing unfold like, “Not in my house, but also… let me grab some popcorn.”
So what was it all about? Nothing. And everything. Closet space, but also ego space. Two girls, one closet, zero peace.
Moral of the story: if you’re moving into Deb’s house in Chile, bring your own rack — because the closets are already claimed.
