Whingeing
Warning: I will be mentioning toilet paper here, which may make you think of bodily functions.
I share an apartment with some other people, and I've got my own bathroom. Every time I go out of town, I come back to find evidence that while I was away my roommates (or, I guess, burglars) have used my bathroom. Specifically, I find that my toilet paper has been completely used up.
Now, I find that annoying, and I'm not sure if I'm right to--arguably, who cares? At any rate, however, it does bother me, under normal circumstances.
But last night, after spending 6 hours in airplanes and airports as the John Hancock on my Declaration of Independence of a tough weekend, I got home at midnight to find that not only was my toilet paper exhausted, but someone* had gone to the cabinet under my sink, found my spare roll, taken however many sheets they needed, and left the new roll under the sink. As if leaving an empty roll still on the dispenser would somehow look less guilty than replacing it with a suspiciously-thick one. Still, this is arguably better than last time, when the roll he used up was in fact my spare roll, leaving me barren.
I'm allowed to be annoyed by this, right?
* Update: It apparently wasn't my roommates so I guess that's just a little more bad karma for me.
Update update: It may or may not have been my roommates. But I deserved it.
I share an apartment with some other people, and I've got my own bathroom. Every time I go out of town, I come back to find evidence that while I was away my roommates (or, I guess, burglars) have used my bathroom. Specifically, I find that my toilet paper has been completely used up.
Now, I find that annoying, and I'm not sure if I'm right to--arguably, who cares? At any rate, however, it does bother me, under normal circumstances.
But last night, after spending 6 hours in airplanes and airports as the John Hancock on my Declaration of Independence of a tough weekend, I got home at midnight to find that not only was my toilet paper exhausted, but someone* had gone to the cabinet under my sink, found my spare roll, taken however many sheets they needed, and left the new roll under the sink. As if leaving an empty roll still on the dispenser would somehow look less guilty than replacing it with a suspiciously-thick one. Still, this is arguably better than last time, when the roll he used up was in fact my spare roll, leaving me barren.
I'm allowed to be annoyed by this, right?
* Update: It apparently wasn't my roommates so I guess that's just a little more bad karma for me.
Update update: It may or may not have been my roommates. But I deserved it.