Complicated Math Problem

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Eight people are staying in a house.
There is one bathroom.

1) How soon before I get a drink of water should I get in line at the bathroom?
2) If waking up in the morning causes everyone to break out in sweat, how frequently will people want to shower?
3) If there are eight people who, on the average, want to take 27 showers between them, how long will it take them to get out of the house in the morning? (Hint: the answer is sometime after 8 pm.)
4) If two more people are joining them, should we outlaw drinking anything more than two teaspoons of liquid a day?

(To clarify, there is another toilet available, it just requires finding the right key out of 25, unsticking a door, unlocking a padlock, fighting off a rat dog that can't make up its mind about whether it is a kangaroo or a cat, skirting around a large van, wading through a patch of weeds, dodging a load of laundry hanging to dry, unsticking another door, and figuring out where the toilet paper is stashed. Only the brave and the very desperate make it there and back.)

Comments

the girl in the red hat said…
Group showers are the answer! Fun AND sparing of ressources.
2:58 PM
slowlane said…
The shower is only big enough for one person, and then only if the person doesn't happen to drop the bar of soap on the floor.
4:41 PM
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