Last night we (me, Steve, Laura, and Kenny) borrowed the movie Rudy from Eric and watched it in my room. It wasn't a bad movie but it was totally a football movie, so it was about as familiar to me as a Bollywood movie set in WWII would be. I didn't get it.
After the movie, Kenny left his ID card and keys behind - and he's a sophomore, so there's bound to be a dining plan on it. People also left a half-empty bag of Milano cookies, a bowl of chocolates, a pair of slippers, and one of those pillows with arms that's made to be leaned on.
If I had locked my door when the movie was over, I would have turned a profit even if I'd bought it new.