In flux once more
Roommate Adrian and I are in the process of moving to our new apartment. Our Internet has been removed and I’m currently filching access from the University of Maryland Library. Don’t tell!
When Adrian and I first entered the new place, there was an issue that needed immediate deciding—who would get the “big” room. There were two bedrooms in the new two bedroom apartment (surprisingly). One was a little smaller than the other and had its bathroom in the common hallway. The slightly larger room had its closets and bathroom off of the room itself.
We both wanted it, of course. While Adrian had a steady girl who frequently stayed over, he was magnanimous enough to give me a shot at it. We decided to throw down with a bit of “Rock, Paper, Scissors” to decide.
Adrian showed me how each round would go. Two fist throws and then the final choice on the third hit.
“Like this,” Adrian demonstrated, to make sure I got it. “Ready?”
“Sure,” I said, as a bead of sweat began down my face. Maybe it was from that last load of crap we’d hauled from upstairs, or maybe it was because IT WAS THAT INTENSE! I could hear the drums of war in the distance.
“Go!” he said, and we were off. We’d hit our fists in our hands twice before throwing our choice.
What would he pick? Adrian was a very straightforward guy. He’d want strength, not the flimsy paper. He’d choose rock.
I went with paper.
And he chose rock.
“Aaaww!” he shouted, and walked away, like a batter leaving the box after a strike. He took a second to compose himself and reentered the ring.
What would he choose? Hard to say. I was one up, so I chose paper again.
He picked paper.
“Tie. Ready? Go!”
I’d thrown paper twice. Would I do it again? I figured he figured I was quirky enough to not change. I’d choose rock, since I bet he’d go with scissors to get me.
I went with rock.
And he did pick scissors.
“Two nothing? Awww!”
And the room was mine.
No more sleeping in the dining room for this guy. Now I have an actual space and a room large enough to lock myself away on occasion when schoolwork dictates. Ikea here I come!
I’ll be back after the Internet gets hooked back up. For now, I need to finish my research paper for Managerial Economics. Good luck!
I hope your roommate is a quick study… his RPS days are over! lol…
All hail the RPS King! *bows*
you were a most worthy opponent. i have never gone down 2-nil.
RPS is how my wife and I settle just about all of our decision making issues. It works wonderfully!