Just counted my roommate's dishes in the sink and hit 47, that was the number that finally did it
I used to be the guy who said a few dishes in the sink never killed anyone. Then 6 months into living with my roommate Dave in Columbus I got bored on a Sunday and counted what was stacked up in there, 47 pieces of his stuff plus a pan with something growing in it. What changed my mind was simple math, I was doing his dishes 4 or 5 nights a week just so I could cook my own dinner, and he never once said thanks. We had a talk the next day and he moved out two weeks later. Has anyone else hit some dumb number like that and finally snapped?