ONE human body, THREE bath towels cluttering my bathroom

The body in question OF COURSE being Dipshit. The irritated party OF COURSE being me. I can't fucking stand superfluous SHIT laying around. I'm ALL about order and structure. Why, why, WHY is there a need for THREE bath towels? Anyone?? I won't even get into how I keep MINE in my bedroom on a hook. I DO realize most probably keep their wet towels in the bathroom. But I long ago began keeping mine in my room once I suspected past roomies didn't seem to care whose towel they used to dry themselves. Or maybe it was that one time a past roomie (who, if you can believe it, I hated more than Dipshit, and whose very name, years later, stirs heart palpitations) just casually took my bath towel to clean up a spill on the floor. Things like that. I give these examples as evidence -- yet again -- that i'm NOT the neurotic, twitty nutcase i'm sure many who read this think I am. The reality is that i'm like a Straight Man in a comedy...Bob Newhart, if you will. Even Seinfeld. Absolutely surrounded by stupidity and lunacy at every turn. Damn, I like that analogy. Have I really never realized or written that before? It's totally on target. And it's April Fool's Day, too! IRONY!