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Two years ago I used to share an apartment with my sister and two other roommates, in the flat next to us lived three girls whom we’ve known for years as we all used to live in the same dorm years ago plus their 2 new roommates whom we didn’t know well, the other girls were messy and kinda immature because they were younger than us but we all mostly got along since we go way back.
This one time my sister and one of our roommates got into a huge argument with the girls from the other flat because of them taking utensils and clothes from our place without permission and losing them, I didn’t participate in the argument but there was obvious tension between the two flat residents. Anyway, a few days after that, after a long day of being cooped up in the library preparing for a difficult final, I got home late at night and there was only one of my roommates home that night, pretty much as soon as I got home my face started swelling up and my tooth started aching like crazy, I was in so much pain I started crying and there were no painkillers and I had no way to get out to the pharmacy that late at night.
My roommate (who also had nothing to do with the argument earlier) knocked on the door of our next door neighbors and one of their newer roommates whom we barely knew answered the door, my roommate then explained the situation to her and that I’m in excruciating pain and asked if she could borrow some painkiller, the girl looks my roommate up and down and tells her “oh, I have painkillers but I’m not gonna give them to her” because I’m the sister of the girl who got into a silly argument with her roommates, obviously I’m stunned someone can be this petty but I let it go and I survive the night.
Now here for the pettiness on my behalf, a few days after I happened to be home late at night and I hear the doorbell ring, I open the door and lo and behold, it’s the same girl who refused to spare me an ibuprofen a few days ago, except of being snarky she looked super distraught and defeated, she looked both surprised and relieved I was the one who answered the door that night. She opens her mouth: “Ah, I’m sorry.. I don’t know how to say this, my charger died on me and I have a final tomorrow morning and a submission now and I just started preparing, I know you have one like mine and I was wondering if I can borrow yours?”
Obviously she was down on her luck that day because I wasn’t my usual generous self, I looked her up and down and said “no, sorry, I’m using it right now.” And shut the door in her face.
This might be the pettiest thing I’ve ever done in my life but I don’t exactly hate myself for it.
