My roommates bicker like
small children. Earlier today, Ben asked Tony to clean the bathroom. I have my own master bath attached to my
bedroom, so I'm not involved in this, at least not directly. Tony comes to me, and says, "There are a pair of
briefs with skidmarks in the bathroom, they have been there for days, and they are not mine. I am
not cleaning the bathroom."
Apparently the caustic underpants belong to
Ben. Tony told me later that he
toed them over to directly in front of the
door, so that they would not be missed when
anyone entered or exited the bathroom. I am glad
to have my own bathroom. It's a good place to
shit out all of the passive aggressiveness that I get to
soak up.
It just never ceases to amaze me that
grown men can act like such babies. Not that
women would necessarily be any better, but
I promise you that I have
never met a woman who would leave a pair of skidmarked drawers out in the
commons of the house. I told Tony after all to just
tell Ben that he had no intention of cleaning the
bathroom. I'll probably be the one to relay that information, anyhow.