Now I can’t prove anything at this point in time, but I have a sneaking suspicion that my roommate swiped one of my pudding packets while I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom last night. I distinctly remember counting and recounting the pudding packets in my little dorm fridge right after my favorite television show, The Golden Girls, ended. The number of puddings I came up with both times was seven.

     Now, counting the open one in my hand, I see only six.

     Maybe this wouldn’t be such a big deal if it wasn’t one of my Chocolate/Vanilla Swirl of Delight packets that has gone missing.

     When I moved into this room, I made sure to inform my roommate ahead of time about how I will require more room in the fridge than he does because warm pudding doesn’t sit well in my stomach. And I know that I had to mention how flavor-swirled pudding packets aren’t sold in Louisiana grocery stores and must be shipped all the way from Valington, Pennsylvania, via my loving mother.

     I can’t believe he would do this to me, especially after I had given him one of my treasured Fudge Supreme pudding packets as a token of good will between new roommates.

     So now, in order to keep track of all the pudding entering or leaving the fridge, I’ve got to take time out of my schedule and skip class just to install this makeshift lock on the fridge’s handle. If this lock works, all I will have to do is remember the combination and make sure that my roommate never finds out what it is. Then maybe I can quit losing so much sleep over this.

     Ah. there. The lock is installed and locked, and my pudding packets are finally safe and secure in their cold little home. Now to open the fridge and enjoy another pudding.

     Wait a minute! The combination isn’t working! The fridge won’t budge! What about my pudding packets? My roommate is going to pay for this. It’s all his fault!