CyrusTehHooman

There are two rooms, four beds, and seven people. The four guys take one room, the three ladies take the other. The ladies, being reasonable humans, decide sleeping arrangements based on who and who doesn’t kick in their sleep. The guys, being dramatic, are deciding which two of them get beds and then which of the remaining two will sleep in the closet, while the other sleeps on the floor.

Over lunch, as the ladies are telling the guys how stupid that is, the professor on the trip with us is staying quiet, slowly eating his salad with a slightly amused look.

“What?” One of the guys demands when the professor is obviously smirking.

The professor chews his salad. He twirls his fork. “I don’t know about you, but I think there’s something ironic about sleeping in a closet to avoid sharing a bed with another man.”