March 1, 2006
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Boom
I had a little run-in with a housemate today.
Me: I'm tired of having to dig through other people's stuff to get to my stuff on my shelf in the refrigerator. Could you please not put your stuff on it?
Him: Well, you don't put much stuff on it, so it's not your shelf.
Me: *aghast* Not my shelf?
It went way downhill from there.
Me: It doesn't matter what your opinion of my eating habits are, that's my shelf, and don't put your stuff on it.
Him: But there's no more room for...
Me: Not my problem.
Him: It's just a fucking shelf in a fridge. What you want is silly.
Me: No, it's not just the shelf, it's that you don't even want to come to some kind of compromise. You want to stack your stuff on my shelf and in order to do it, you'll go so far as to tell me my concerns are irrelevant and silly. That's childish.
Him: But the shelf is mostly empty.
Me: And? Yours is full. Better start eating if you want to find a place for that mayonnaise jar.
What fun.
Comments (3)
since your shelf is underutilized, you could break the shelf in half, rig your half to stay up, and give him the other half in a gesture of sincere compromise.
Man, I remember now why I didn't have a housemate for the longest time.
Perhaps you could charge shelf-rental space for the portion he uses...
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