It's nearly 11pm, and I'm in my room with my door shut. The news is on and I'm surfing the net. My roommate comes home and calls out my name. I don't answer hoping he would think I'm asleep. He proceeds to knock on my door. Seriously? A closed door should signify I'm turning in for the night but maybe not in crazy Bible land. I get off my bed and open the door.
Me: What's up?
Roommate: Does it feel humid to you?
Me: (puzzled look) No?
Roommate: It's nice and cool outside, but I come in here and it's humid. (Gestures imaginary weight bearing down on him)
Me: (shakes my head) No, I didn't notice anything...
This goes on for about 5 minutes. And he finally gives up. Is it possible he's getting male menopause? Humidity flash? Seriously? I cannot say that word enough. He does have a cold after all. Did it ever occur to him that his body sensors may be out of sync?
I could understand if there's a broken window, a flood, or even a fire to disturb me. But humidity? Lemme call the fire Marshall.
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