During my convalescence after a knee surgery, I stayed in a close friend Arjun's hostel room as it was in the ground floor and near the bathroom making it convenient for someone on crutches. Also, in case I needed something, he could help me out. Arjun isn't one to keep things neat and tidy. A bundle of soiled clothes and stinking socks would lie in a corner. Spiders and cobwebs abound everywhere. I pick up some item on his table and I'm greeted by a puff of dust.
Fed up with his lack of cleanliness, I exclaim, "Is there a single thing in your room that's clean?"
He replies with a deadpan face, "Yes there is."
"What is it?"