My confession: I clean this place. The least you could do is spring for the Windex

Ah — the joys of big city living with friends. When my two roommates returned from a trip from Target with stuff for the apartment — various cleaning sprays, toilet paper, garbage bags — they wanted me to pay a third of the receipt, even though I wasn't there to help pick out the items. They also had shopped poorly, choosing the expensive premium brands rather than the equally-effective generic products. Plus, it's not like they were going to actually use most of the stuff.

"Hey guys," I said. "I'm glad you got all of this, but you know all the actual cleaning that goes on around here? It's all done by me. I'm the one who takes out the recycling, scrubs the bathroom every week, mops these beautiful hardwood floors — you know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, but we actually bought all this, so pay up," they snapped back.

So I opened my wallet — not because I wanted to, but because you choose your battles in life, and I wasn't going to fight over $15. Instead, I'm going to go on a cleaning strike. That'll teach 'em. I hope.

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