Glass

Last weekend I went away and forgot my window open because I was running to catch a train. Unfortunately, there was a lot of wind that weekend. When I got back, I found a dishtowel on my door's knob (this was confusing since something on the doorknob is a pretty universal symbol for being sexiled and I wondered who would be having sex in my bedroom in my absence, especially when the only two people in the apartment at the time were DK and his mom). The dishtowel was to warn me of the shattered glass from a framed poster that had fallen.

I was talking to DK after and mentioned my poster. He reprimanded me for not telling him that there was glass on my floor since he had walked into my room and stepped on it and gotten some in his foot. I told him that I did not know that there was broken glass on my floor. He said he thought I knew there was broken glass in my room but just hadn't cleaned it up yet. I asked him why anyone would leave broken glass in their room and choose not to clean it up but then I remembered who was on the other end of the conversation.

The second

I found DK faceplanted on our roommate's bed in only his boxers again. It was around 7 PM and he had just gotten out of the shower (there was a towel around his shoulders). There is nothing wrong with the AC in his room but our new roommate, Aisha, has already moved into DK's room so we are playing musical rooms for a few days. DK moves out on Thursday.

Our other roommate is in India. I just found DK faceplanted on her bed, asleep in a textbook. He says the AC in his room is broken.