I have a roommate.(I actually have a few, but this is about a specific one)
She labels EVERYTHING she owns with her name.
In an attempt to DE-clutter the Kitchen I put all the soap's and scrubbers under the sink.
My other roommates would wash dishes, and put the scrubber thingy back under the sink
One of my roommates did not.
I'm O.C.D.
So when I would notice the counter clutter in the shape of soap and sponge,
I put it under the sink
And then I did it again
and again
...
and again
The soap and sponge found their way to the windowsill after about a week of that.
(As I'm typing this I feel like I need to explain my psychosis- Its an ugly eye sore when you have 3 different bottles of soap, 6 washcloths, 2 sponges and any other random amount and assortment of dish-washing tools. PLUS the water puddles around the objects and sits there... and really, is there anything wrong with wanting clean counters, and a clean kitchen, and a house that doesn't smell like a mix of mold, and rot?? )
So what do you think I did?
yep...
I put it under the sink
What can I say... I'm neurotic
My other much cooler and pretty awesome roommate Jodie feels my pain
She just expresses her "pain" in a different way.
One night the idea of an experiment was born
How long would it take the soap, once put away to make its way back into the windowsill?
7 hours later... It's back in the windowsill(Keep in mind it was while all of us were asleep)
That's one sneeeeky bottle of soap.
