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Mar. 13th, 2004 | 03:13 pm
When I was in grad school, I had the opportunity to live with a high school friend. We lived in a two bedroom apartment in Chicago and invited all our other high school friends to visit for Thanksgiving. While I was cooking in my boyfriend's apartment, she divided all our guests up into two groups. One group was assigned to "her" bathroom and one assigned to "my" bathroom. Everyone was so weirded out they just used my bathroom. When I came back to our apartment, there was a line in front of my bathroom and no one was using hers. (Her bathroom was in the hall and much more convenient.) When I asked her why she did this, she said it was to save toilet paper. A few of my friends offered to go out right then and buy her toilet paper.