Scary Return

Creepy old roommate showed up this morning at 7 a.m. The loud knocking on my door woke me up from my sleep to be confronted about a spoon that I had unknowingly stolen from his kitchen drawer. I guess I do feel bad for swiping a utensil that wasn't actually mine, but seriously, after all of our troubles with him... why did the people at the front desk give him my room number?