Just met up with some friends for a couple of drinks in the afternoon sun, and got talking about flatmates. One of my friends is currently having a toilet paper standoff with her flatmate. Everyone in the world must have at least 5 great (or not so great flatmate stories). I won’t bombard you with all of mine all at once, but one of the nicer ones had a strange habit.
She was an excentric English woman in her early 40’s. She was stylish, very cool, easy to get along with, and although she never stopped snacking on exotic canapés, I never saw her eat a full meal. Her strange habit was that when the bottom of the shower curtain started to get a little dirty or mouldy, before any of us had a chance to wash it, she would simply trim the mouldy strip from the bottom. This happened a few times, until we were left with a shower curtain that only hung down as far as our chest. Didn’t serve its purpose very well at all, the bathroom floor was always swimming, and should someone accidentally burst in on you in the shower, embarrassment was unavoidable.
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