My senior year in college I was living off campus in an apartment with 3 other roommates where we shared a bathroom.

There were 4 single rooms, 2 rooms on the first floor and 2 on the second floor. I was on the second floor and every time I came downstairs in the morning, no matter what time, my roommate “Pip”, not his real name, on the first floor would sprint out of his room and beat me to the shower. If this was not aggravating enough he would always manage to use up all the hot water leaving me to take a cold shower.

I would always confront him and would just say it was just by chance he happened to beat me to the shower. Of course I would never believe him. One night, while out drinking with my other roommates, I was told how “Pip” laughed about how he always waited to hear me coming down the stairs before sprinting to the shower.

This was war! The next day I came down the stairs as quiet as a mouse and when I opened the bathroom door there was “Pip” just opening his bedroom door. I took an extra long shower, making sure to use up all the hot water for my roommate’s lesson.

When he did take a shower, after me, he complained how there was no hot water. Poor poor “Pip” had to take a cold shower. I explained to “Pip” I KNEW what he had done all along and we set up a schedule that he followed thereafter.