"Sophomore year, I was lucky enough to live in a suite with two bathrooms. One was for two bedrooms and located in the hallway and one was just for the third, as it was only accessible by entering inside the room.
Well, the girl in the third bedroom came and confronted the rest of us that there was urine on her toilet seat. We were, like, 'Uhh, none of us have used your bathroom, ever. We have our own.' But she insisted it must have been one of us. She lectured everyone else in the suite about having respect for other people, and kept her bedroom locked from there on out so we couldn't access the second bathroom. To this day, no one knows who the phantom pee-er was, but I know it was not me."
Well, the girl in the third bedroom came and confronted the rest of us that there was urine on her toilet seat. We were, like, 'Uhh, none of us have used your bathroom, ever. We have our own.' But she insisted it must have been one of us. She lectured everyone else in the suite about having respect for other people, and kept her bedroom locked from there on out so we couldn't access the second bathroom. To this day, no one knows who the phantom pee-er was, but I know it was not me."
