Chris: The cleaning staff threw away some of my stuff.
me: Like what?
Chris: One of my half-used candles.
me: You brought candles all the way from the US?
Chris: No, they were in the gift basket.
me: [flashback to first day at guesthouse] Wait, that's right, there were candles in that gift basket! You took both of them?
Chris: There were 5. I took all 5.
me: That gift basket was for all of us!
Chris: (patronizingly) Do you want one of my candles?
me: One of your candles?! No, I want one of my own candles back, thank you.
Chris: Fine. [picks up his laptop bag, starts moving toward door to leave]
me: [noticing that he's holding a roll of toilet paper] Why are you taking toilet paper?
Chris: I might need it. I have kind of an upset stomach.
me: Don't you think they'd have it at the office?
Chris: They ran out on Sunday.
me: Oh, ok.
Chris: [gets to door, pauses with hand on doorknob] By the way, this is your toilet paper.
me: What?
Chris: Yeah, you don't have toilet paper any more in your bathroom.
me: You stole my toilet paper?? [starting to laugh] Why did you do that?
Chris: I thought you'd left for work already.
me: (laughing) You are the worst roommate ever!!
me: Can we get them to bring us more exotic fruits at the guesthouse? Right now we have apples, bananas, oranges. I want papayas, mangoes, weird Indian fruits.
Lalit: They actually ship this fruit from the US. The apples are from Washington. And the oranges are from Florida.
John: So don't tell them you want exotic fruits, because they'll bring you apples and oranges.
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