Living in my first apartment, I asked one of my buddies from math class to be my roommate since he was pretty chill and I figured if he was good at math he couldn’t be that bad to live with.
First weekend, I stocked the fridge with all sorts of great treats. The roommate really felt like he hit the jackpot with my food selections and started eating bits and pieces of practically everything I had, while at the same time not contributing to the fridge fund. Finally I decided to clarify my ownership of the food I bought by labeling my name “ZACK” on all of my stuff in the fridge, which amounted to about everything in the fridge. Still, this did not stop the roommie. He even went so far as to try to confuse me and buy a few things on his own and put them in the fridge, labelling it ZACK as well! Ultimate bologna-eating RF.
