First, I opened the bottle, so I could use a little bit of soap to wash my hands. I dried my hands on my towel and then opened the cupboard underneath the sink to find the refill bottle. I saw that there was a little bit left and thought that I should put that on my grocery list, but where was my phone? So, I went into my bedroom to find my phone. And I pulled up my grocery list. I saw that "muffin tin" was still on there and deleted because I didn't need that anymore. But, I did need some cereal and milk. Oh shoot, I should go to the store, so I can get food, so I don't starve tomorrow. So, I hopped in the car and decided to go pick up my bike from my step sister's place before getting food because then I just have to make one trip around town. So, I got my bike. And then I went to the grocery store. I saw a coworker there that I don't interact with much because we never are in the same place at the same time. And then, I got my groceries. I drove home and, lo and behold, the coworker lives in the same apartment complex as me. So, I took my groceries in and laughed to myself about how random the encounters with my coworker had been. And after putting my groceries away, I went back outside to get my bike out of my trunk and put it at the bike rack. Then my friends saw me and asked me if I wanted a ride to Institute, so I said yeah and went to Institute for an hour. And I ate dinner at the church building with my friends. When I got home, there was something that I was wanting to look up on Instagram. And so I sat on the couch and looked at Instagram pictures and saw a study on sleep and was starting to read it, but my internet is slow and wouldn't load, so I thought that maybe I should just go to sleep. I started getting ready for bed and went to brush my teeth. I found myself, once again, at the sink and realizing that I had forgotten to write soap on my grocery list and to buy it from the store. And I had forgotten to ever refill the soap bottle. I finally filled the bottle of soap.
Moral of the story: Your bad roommate might not be lazy or intentionally leaving all the dirty work to you. He/she may just not know how to remember anything.
Also, fun fact, my aunt told me this weekend that I take forever to tell stories. It's probably because the simplest act of filling up a soap bottle takes three and a half hours, so my stories just go along with how long the events took place.
Fun fact #2 You know how I said in the story that I should probably go to sleep? I just spent another half an hour typing up this story. Why? I don't know this story was necessary for my blog. But sometimes my brain says that maybe I should do something, and then I lose track of what I actually should be doing.
