In the first place, I didn't "leave" my dirty dishes anywhere. I was preparing them emotionally for their trip to the sink by allowing the cups and bowls a visit to the living room and giving the plates a rest in your room.

Secondly, just because you're trying to yuppify my home doesn't mean that I no longer have license to steal your beer. Frankly, it's not fair that my moral opposition to "groceries" precludes me from using the refrigerator. The padlock was unnecessary.