Take, for instance, my next-door neighbors. I didn't ask to live with them. I don't even particularly like them. However, I'm stuck with them, and right now, I'm pretty sure that's a bad thing. The jerks came over tonight to complain to me about my room (which they never enter). They said it smells bad.
Now, one must understand that that is absolutely not my fault. I shower every day, I use deodorant, and I do laundry every week or two. I don't even keep food in the room anymore. I tend to smell fresh as a daisy, as does my side of the room.
Unfortunately, rooms are for two people, and my roommate does not have my cleanliness standards. You see, he's from Germany, and as we all know, Germans don't shower very often. Thus, his half of the room stinks. Very badly.
Given that he never leaves the room and that I am one of the more visible members of the College, I get to be blamed. Yet another one of life's quirks, or a good excuse for yelling and throwing those two "visiters" out? I hope it's the latter.