I lived with this really odd guy when I was 18. He had no social skills, and sort of creeped out my friends. But he was nice overall so I didn’t hold that against him.
However, he refused to do ANY dishes. Any at all. I think because I’m female. I went on strike and they piled up and the kitchen became unbelievably nasty.
One day he broke, and finally did the dishes…EXCEPT…
After eating off of one of the plates I noticed the bathroom scrubber on the kitchen sink. Oh Jesus fucking christ no he didn’t!!
Yes, yes he did. He admitted he couldn’t find the dish scrubber (it was under the sink) so he went upstairs and got the one out of the bathroom and scrubbed the dishes with it. You know, the scrubber that you use to scrub the toilet?
To this day I don’t know if he was profoundly retarded or brilliantly passive aggressive.