My friend “George” was living in a house with three roommates. Eventually, all three moved out, and the landlord moved new ones in over the summer. One of these new roommates, “Betty,” loves to bake and does so every night. Well, you might think, who wouldn’t love to have a roommate who’s making delicious treats all the time? Well, there are two big problems there:
1) Betty’s not just making a pan of brownies; she will literally make something the size of a wedding cake and leave it to sit on the counter for a week. Who wants to eat that?
2) Betty has not ever washed a single dish or pan. EVER. Once the sink was full, she began placing things onto the counters and every other available surface … and kept piling things on. It was not unusual for George to move some dishes off the stove (yes, the stove) and find a baking sheet with a bunch of cookies still on it, forgotten by Betty. George had to eat out most nights (on a grad student’s salary) because he couldn’t use his own kitchen or even get a clean dish.
The final straw for George was a couple of weeks ago, when he walked into the kitchen and was literally made sick by the stench of rotting food. He had signed a lease on a new place and moved within a week. And that poor kitchen is still under assault by Betty. 0908-09
The solution to this dilemma, once appeals to reason have been exhausted, was to have collected all the dirty dishes and deposited them on Betty’s bed. Or in front of her bedroom door if access to her room was restricted. George then buys his own dishes, a pot or two and keeps them in his room for his own use.