When I was a child, I had this problem: Every morning, I would argue with my mom over who would use the bathroom first. We were always in a hurry. I had to go to school; she had to go to work. When I was going first, she was always complaining that I was hogging it, and vice versa. So one day, we got in the shower together. OK, actually she got there first and I kind of crashed. Stubborn as a mule I refused to leave, so we ended up sharing it. But
