I had severe food poisoning, and my roommate had just moved in. Every time I had to go barf my brains out, he was in the bathroom. EVERY. TIME. And it’s not like I can say, “Hey please stop pooping, or getting off, or peeing,” because the relationship was so new. So, I had to barf in my tiny trashcan a good four times. It was so caked on that I had to throw away the trashcan afterwards. MORAL - don’t eat salad bar food at sketchy, county-operated hospitals.