So we all have our periods (come on, menopause). Four girls, quadruple the period. It was around 10am, I had just stumbled in the door, feeling awful from a night out. All I wanted was to take a shower, eat something breaded, and go to sleep. I made my way upstairs, tossed my stiff party clothes into my hamper, and headed into the bathroom. Light was still a bit nauseating so I squinted as I brushed my teeth, having turned on the shower so the water would be center-of-the-sun hot by the time I climbed in. I pulled aside the curtain, stepped into the tub, closed my eyes and stood there with my back the water. Pretty standard. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something foreign on the edge of the tub. Something I had not noticed when I stepped in. I tilted my head downwards, allowing my eyes to adjust…and there it was. Unmistakable. A. USED. Tampon. Just hanging out, on the edge of the tub, like the soap’s gross shower party guest. I freaked out, and turned the shower off, grabbed my towel, ran into my room. I was entirely too hungover to deal with another woman’s menstrual blood. And there was only one girl who was home that day. And only one girl PERIOD (ha…menstruation humor) who was currently having her witchy moon time. In true hero form I made the “Mama” of the house deal with the situation. The crown jewel in the crown of Worst Roommate Alive. I hope she reads this site, but I doubt its in her shitty-human-being repertoire.