Crazy roommate stories

Tony Marino wrote:I had a roommate that:

Had not closed the gas jets all the way after cooking so that there was no flame just gas coming out, he did this a few times.

Left the freezer and refrigerator doors open multiple times, sometimes all night into the morning.

Would leave his clothes in the washer for hours before putting them in the dryer to dry for 2 hours and then let them sit in the dryer for hours or days.

Would turn the lights on in every room he went into during the brightest daylight hours and leave them on all day and night

Would leave cigarettes burning in the ashtray and just go out.

Would put his air conditioner on in his bedroom and have all the windows open and the doors open

Had some kind of chicken obsession, he would never throw out chicken he bought in the supermarket, he would leave it in the fridge for weeks and weeks and even if it expired like a month or two ago, he would eventually fry it up and eat it. He did this with all perishables, would eat anything that was outdated and even cold cuts that had long curled up he would eat. Sometimes he would put the expired chicken in the freezer and I would eventually have to throw it out because it was taking up too much room.

Would cook and drop, splatter everything on the floor and kitchen counter and stove and never have the after thought to clean it up.

This Roommate was also a relative of mine and when I would confront him about these things and yell and complain, he would look at me like his mind was in the twilight zone and then the crocodile tears would well up. I stood ground and finally had to oust him.

Rule Breaker wrote:Boy do I.

The BEST way to kill a friendship is to move in with one.

When I was 21, I became friends with this guy @ work who wound up getting fired only a few weeks after he started. After he got fired, the 2 of us kept on hanging out. At the time I was still living at home w/my parents and he was living not far from me in an apartment w/ 2 roommates. It was their apt, he just slept on their couch. Their lease was coming up and the 2 leaseholders weren't gonna renew....which meant that HE was on the verge of being w/o a place to live. In the meantime he found another job and started looking for places to rent. At the same time I had been entertaining the idea of moving out of my parents house so soon we agreed to go half a place. Neither of our credit was good (his was way worse) so renting a house became out of the question and we decided to look @ apartments instead. ***I*** ultimately found us one in a decent complex that barely approved us because of the credit situation but we got it.

Days before we moved signs started looming that this wasn't gonna be a good idea. He wanted to rent a U-haul and for us to move all our own shit. I wasn't w/ that idea. He complained that the movers I hired were a waste of (my) money. The day the movers came over to my parents house to start moving my stuff out, he asks "did you tell them about my stuff?" I'm thinking to myself "No....you didn't want movers, remember?" But I went ahead and had the movers go over to his apartment anyway to grab his things too. When it was all over, the bill was 300-something and I very kindly alerted him that he owed me $50. I was probably being nice with that figure. But the look on his face still said he didn't appreciate having to compensate me for his part of the bill.

From then on, I very quickly learned why his old roommates didn't like him. He was irresponsible. He never bought any groceries, but welcomed himself to everything I bought. I would come home and see him on the living room floor talking on the phone, eating the groceries I bought. The few times he did go shopping, he only bought enough for himself. He didn't flush the toilet (I once went in the bathroom and found one of his brown friends in the bowl). The apartment was filthy and thanx to him had a musky smell. Dishes HE left out were everywhere. In the meantime, he got fired from his job and I had to take care of a whole months rent. The whole apartment was furnished with things that ***I*** bought or my parents gave me. All of his shit was in his room.

I let him borrow my car a few times in the beginning. When we were moving I let him hold my spare key that he never gave back. After that he apparently thought my car was the "apartment" car and welcomed himself to it whenever needed to go somewhere. One night he very casually walked out of the apt. I got a sinking feeling that my car was about to be taken and followed him and sure enough he was standing outside of it putting the key in the door like it was his. I asked him where he was going and he said to the store. He didn't come back for 3 hrs. Meanwhile I'm freaking out because I had just started a new job and had no idea where he was or when he was coming back and had to go to work the next morning. I got to the point where I started hating him and began spending more and more time @ my parents house. I spent like a week away from the apartment.

Finally I went back, and it was a mess. It smelled. The kitchen was nasty. Papers and trash was everywhere. So I cleaned up and decided that if ***I*** (who was 4 years younger) had to be "responsible" one, then ***I*** was gonna call the shots. He had a habit of laying in the living room on the couch MY parents gave me watching MY TV and sleeping in front of it. For some reason that just bothered me. It was like the epitome of his bummyness so I took the remote and put it in my room in my dresser drawer. I left for a while and came back....and guess what? I saw the remote right there on the couch! This jerk went into MY room, scavenged through MY drawers looking for the remote. At that point I had had enough. I laid down the law but of course he didn't wanna hear it. From there we got into a big argument and he stormed in his room.

The next day when I went to work, I again hid the remote. When I came home I go into my room and see his phone on the floor. I went into his room and asked him if he had been in mine. He said yeah. When I asked him why he very cockily said he was looking for the remote. At that point I had it. It wasn't gonna work out. I went to the building manager, explained the situation and asked if I could transfer to a single bedroom apt. She agreed on the condition that I get him out of there too. When I went back to our apartment I told him that I was leaving and cooked up this cockamamie lie about how our lease gave us 90 days to back out (which wasn't true) and that if one of the leaseholders chooses to leave then it meant both had to go (which also wasn't true.) He bought it and that was that --- kinda. At this point we were no longer friends. I found another job and left the current place I worked. It was their policy to MAIL employees final checks to them. Well I waited and waited for my check to come, but it never did. Wait a minute.....yeah it did. He stole it. When I went to the apt to grab what was left of my things, I found a nasty note from him where he arrogantly alluded to having something of mine. He didn't get away with it though because I called human resources at the job and had them cancel that check and send me another one.

What a loser.

That was 9 years ago and I'm JUST NOW getting to the point where I'm not wishing him dead.

Wow!!! That was cathartic!

Nystyle709 wrote:

Rule Breaker wrote:Boy do I.

The BEST way to kill a friendship is to move in with one.

When I was 21, I became friends with this guy @ work who wound up getting fired only a few weeks after he started. After he got fired, the 2 of us kept on hanging out. At the time I was still living at home w/my parents and he was living not far from me in an apartment w/ 2 roommates. It was their apt, he just slept on their couch. Their lease was coming up and the 2 leaseholders weren't gonna renew....which meant that HE was on the verge of being w/o a place to live. In the meantime he found another job and started looking for places to rent. At the same time I had been entertaining the idea of moving out of my parents house so soon we agreed to go half a place. Neither of our credit was good (his was way worse) so renting a house became out of the question and we decided to look @ apartments instead. ***I*** ultimately found us one in a decent complex that barely approved us because of the credit situation but we got it.

Days before we moved signs started looming that this wasn't gonna be a good idea. He wanted to rent a U-haul and for us to move all our own shit. I wasn't w/ that idea. He complained that the movers I hired were a waste of (my) money. The day the movers came over to my parents house to start moving my stuff out, he asks "did you tell them about my stuff?" I'm thinking to myself "No....you didn't want movers, remember?" But I went ahead and had the movers go over to his apartment anyway to grab his things too. When it was all over, the bill was 300-something and I very kindly alerted him that he owed me $50. I was probably being nice with that figure. But the look on his face still said he didn't appreciate having to compensate me for his part of the bill.

From then on, I very quickly learned why his old roommates didn't like him. He was irresponsible. He never bought any groceries, but welcomed himself to everything I bought. I would come home and see him on the living room floor talking on the phone, eating the groceries I bought. The few times he did go shopping, he only bought enough for himself. He didn't flush the toilet (I once went in the bathroom and found one of his brown friends in the bowl). The apartment was filthy and thanx to him had a musky smell. Dishes HE left out were everywhere. In the meantime, he got fired from his job and I had to take care of a whole months rent. The whole apartment was furnished with things that ***I*** bought or my parents gave me. All of his shit was in his room.

I let him borrow my car a few times in the beginning. When we were moving I let him hold my spare key that he never gave back. After that he apparently thought my car was the "apartment" car and welcomed himself to it whenever needed to go somewhere. One night he very casually walked out of the apt. I got a sinking feeling that my car was about to be taken and followed him and sure enough he was standing outside of it putting the key in the door like it was his. I asked him where he was going and he said to the store. He didn't come back for 3 hrs. Meanwhile I'm freaking out because I had just started a new job and had no idea where he was or when he was coming back and had to go to work the next morning. I got to the point where I started hating him and began spending more and more time @ my parents house. I spent like a week away from the apartment.

Finally I went back, and it was a mess. It smelled. The kitchen was nasty. Papers and trash was everywhere. So I cleaned up and decided that if ***I*** (who was 4 years younger) had to be "responsible" one, then ***I*** was gonna call the shots. He had a habit of laying in the living room on the couch MY parents gave me watching MY TV and sleeping in front of it. For some reason that just bothered me. It was like the epitome of his bummyness so I took the remote and put it in my room in my dresser drawer. I left for a while and came back....and guess what? I saw the remote right there on the couch! This jerk went into MY room, scavenged through MY drawers looking for the remote. At that point I had had enough. I laid down the law but of course he didn't wanna hear it. From there we got into a big argument and he stormed in his room.

The next day when I went to work, I again hid the remote. When I came home I go into my room and see his phone on the floor. I went into his room and asked him if he had been in mine. He said yeah. When I asked him why he very cockily said he was looking for the remote. At that point I had it. It wasn't gonna work out. I went to the building manager, explained the situation and asked if I could transfer to a single bedroom apt. She agreed on the condition that I get him out of there too. When I went back to our apartment I told him that I was leaving and cooked up this cockamamie lie about how our lease gave us 90 days to back out (which wasn't true) and that if one of the leaseholders chooses to leave then it meant both had to go (which also wasn't true.) He bought it and that was that --- kinda. At this point we were no longer friends. I found another job and left the current place I worked. It was their policy to MAIL employees final checks to them. Well I waited and waited for my check to come, but it never did. Wait a minute.....yeah it did. He stole it. When I went to the apt to grab what was left of my things, I found a nasty note from him where he arrogantly alluded to having something of mine. He didn't get away with it though because I called human resources at the job and had them cancel that check and send me another one.

What a loser.

That was 9 years ago and I'm JUST NOW getting to the point where I'm not wishing him dead.

Wow!!! That was cathartic!

WOW. My eyes were glued to the screen reading that story. LOL. You should've whupped his ASS! Not a sane jury in the country would've convicted you. Esp when he took your check.

Nystyle709 wrote:

Rule Breaker wrote:Boy do I.

The BEST way to kill a friendship is to move in with one.

When I was 21, I became friends with this guy @ work who wound up getting fired only a few weeks after he started. After he got fired, the 2 of us kept on hanging out. At the time I was still living at home w/my parents and he was living not far from me in an apartment w/ 2 roommates. It was their apt, he just slept on their couch. Their lease was coming up and the 2 leaseholders weren't gonna renew....which meant that HE was on the verge of being w/o a place to live. In the meantime he found another job and started looking for places to rent. At the same time I had been entertaining the idea of moving out of my parents house so soon we agreed to go half a place. Neither of our credit was good (his was way worse) so renting a house became out of the question and we decided to look @ apartments instead. ***I*** ultimately found us one in a decent complex that barely approved us because of the credit situation but we got it.

Days before we moved signs started looming that this wasn't gonna be a good idea. He wanted to rent a U-haul and for us to move all our own shit. I wasn't w/ that idea. He complained that the movers I hired were a waste of (my) money. The day the movers came over to my parents house to start moving my stuff out, he asks "did you tell them about my stuff?" I'm thinking to myself "No....you didn't want movers, remember?" But I went ahead and had the movers go over to his apartment anyway to grab his things too. When it was all over, the bill was 300-something and I very kindly alerted him that he owed me $50. I was probably being nice with that figure. But the look on his face still said he didn't appreciate having to compensate me for his part of the bill.

From then on, I very quickly learned why his old roommates didn't like him. He was irresponsible. He never bought any groceries, but welcomed himself to everything I bought. I would come home and see him on the living room floor talking on the phone, eating the groceries I bought. The few times he did go shopping, he only bought enough for himself. He didn't flush the toilet (I once went in the bathroom and found one of his brown friends in the bowl). The apartment was filthy and thanx to him had a musky smell. Dishes HE left out were everywhere. In the meantime, he got fired from his job and I had to take care of a whole months rent. The whole apartment was furnished with things that ***I*** bought or my parents gave me. All of his shit was in his room.

I let him borrow my car a few times in the beginning. When we were moving I let him hold my spare key that he never gave back. After that he apparently thought my car was the "apartment" car and welcomed himself to it whenever needed to go somewhere. One night he very casually walked out of the apt. I got a sinking feeling that my car was about to be taken and followed him and sure enough he was standing outside of it putting the key in the door like it was his. I asked him where he was going and he said to the store. He didn't come back for 3 hrs. Meanwhile I'm freaking out because I had just started a new job and had no idea where he was or when he was coming back and had to go to work the next morning. I got to the point where I started hating him and began spending more and more time @ my parents house. I spent like a week away from the apartment.

Finally I went back, and it was a mess. It smelled. The kitchen was nasty. Papers and trash was everywhere. So I cleaned up and decided that if ***I*** (who was 4 years younger) had to be "responsible" one, then ***I*** was gonna call the shots. He had a habit of laying in the living room on the couch MY parents gave me watching MY TV and sleeping in front of it. For some reason that just bothered me. It was like the epitome of his bummyness so I took the remote and put it in my room in my dresser drawer. I left for a while and came back....and guess what? I saw the remote right there on the couch! This jerk went into MY room, scavenged through MY drawers looking for the remote. At that point I had had enough. I laid down the law but of course he didn't wanna hear it. From there we got into a big argument and he stormed in his room.

The next day when I went to work, I again hid the remote. When I came home I go into my room and see his phone on the floor. I went into his room and asked him if he had been in mine. He said yeah. When I asked him why he very cockily said he was looking for the remote. At that point I had it. It wasn't gonna work out. I went to the building manager, explained the situation and asked if I could transfer to a single bedroom apt. She agreed on the condition that I get him out of there too. When I went back to our apartment I told him that I was leaving and cooked up this cockamamie lie about how our lease gave us 90 days to back out (which wasn't true) and that if one of the leaseholders chooses to leave then it meant both had to go (which also wasn't true.) He bought it and that was that --- kinda. At this point we were no longer friends. I found another job and left the current place I worked. It was their policy to MAIL employees final checks to them. Well I waited and waited for my check to come, but it never did. Wait a minute.....yeah it did. He stole it. When I went to the apt to grab what was left of my things, I found a nasty note from him where he arrogantly alluded to having something of mine. He didn't get away with it though because I called human resources at the job and had them cancel that check and send me another one.

What a loser.

That was 9 years ago and I'm JUST NOW getting to the point where I'm not wishing him dead.

Wow!!! That was cathartic!

WOW. My eyes were glued to the screen reading that story. LOL. You should've whupped his ASS! Not a sane jury in the country would've convicted you. Esp when he took your check.

Rule Breaker wrote: Neither of our credit was good (his was way worse) so renting a house became out of the question and we decided to look @ apartments instead. ***I*** ultimately found us one in a decent complex that barely approved us because of the credit situation but we got it.

Wadsworth wrote:After he stole your check you should have made fucking with him your hobby.

Nystyle709 wrote:

Rule Breaker wrote:Boy do I.

The BEST way to kill a friendship is to move in with one.

When I was 21, I became friends with this guy @ work who wound up getting fired only a few weeks after he started. After he got fired, the 2 of us kept on hanging out. At the time I was still living at home w/my parents and he was living not far from me in an apartment w/ 2 roommates. It was their apt, he just slept on their couch. Their lease was coming up and the 2 leaseholders weren't gonna renew....which meant that HE was on the verge of being w/o a place to live. In the meantime he found another job and started looking for places to rent. At the same time I had been entertaining the idea of moving out of my parents house so soon we agreed to go half a place. Neither of our credit was good (his was way worse) so renting a house became out of the question and we decided to look @ apartments instead. ***I*** ultimately found us one in a decent complex that barely approved us because of the credit situation but we got it.

Days before we moved signs started looming that this wasn't gonna be a good idea. He wanted to rent a U-haul and for us to move all our own shit. I wasn't w/ that idea. He complained that the movers I hired were a waste of (my) money. The day the movers came over to my parents house to start moving my stuff out, he asks "did you tell them about my stuff?" I'm thinking to myself "No....you didn't want movers, remember?" But I went ahead and had the movers go over to his apartment anyway to grab his things too. When it was all over, the bill was 300-something and I very kindly alerted him that he owed me $50. I was probably being nice with that figure. But the look on his face still said he didn't appreciate having to compensate me for his part of the bill.

From then on, I very quickly learned why his old roommates didn't like him. He was irresponsible. He never bought any groceries, but welcomed himself to everything I bought. I would come home and see him on the living room floor talking on the phone, eating the groceries I bought. The few times he did go shopping, he only bought enough for himself. He didn't flush the toilet (I once went in the bathroom and found one of his brown friends in the bowl). The apartment was filthy and thanx to him had a musky smell. Dishes HE left out were everywhere. In the meantime, he got fired from his job and I had to take care of a whole months rent. The whole apartment was furnished with things that ***I*** bought or my parents gave me. All of his shit was in his room.

I let him borrow my car a few times in the beginning. When we were moving I let him hold my spare key that he never gave back. After that he apparently thought my car was the "apartment" car and welcomed himself to it whenever needed to go somewhere. One night he very casually walked out of the apt. I got a sinking feeling that my car was about to be taken and followed him and sure enough he was standing outside of it putting the key in the door like it was his. I asked him where he was going and he said to the store. He didn't come back for 3 hrs. Meanwhile I'm freaking out because I had just started a new job and had no idea where he was or when he was coming back and had to go to work the next morning. I got to the point where I started hating him and began spending more and more time @ my parents house. I spent like a week away from the apartment.

Finally I went back, and it was a mess. It smelled. The kitchen was nasty. Papers and trash was everywhere. So I cleaned up and decided that if ***I*** (who was 4 years younger) had to be "responsible" one, then ***I*** was gonna call the shots. He had a habit of laying in the living room on the couch MY parents gave me watching MY TV and sleeping in front of it. For some reason that just bothered me. It was like the epitome of his bummyness so I took the remote and put it in my room in my dresser drawer. I left for a while and came back....and guess what? I saw the remote right there on the couch! This jerk went into MY room, scavenged through MY drawers looking for the remote. At that point I had had enough. I laid down the law but of course he didn't wanna hear it. From there we got into a big argument and he stormed in his room.

The next day when I went to work, I again hid the remote. When I came home I go into my room and see his phone on the floor. I went into his room and asked him if he had been in mine. He said yeah. When I asked him why he very cockily said he was looking for the remote. At that point I had it. It wasn't gonna work out. I went to the building manager, explained the situation and asked if I could transfer to a single bedroom apt. She agreed on the condition that I get him out of there too. When I went back to our apartment I told him that I was leaving and cooked up this cockamamie lie about how our lease gave us 90 days to back out (which wasn't true) and that if one of the leaseholders chooses to leave then it meant both had to go (which also wasn't true.) He bought it and that was that --- kinda. At this point we were no longer friends. I found another job and left the current place I worked. It was their policy to MAIL employees final checks to them. Well I waited and waited for my check to come, but it never did. Wait a minute.....yeah it did. He stole it. When I went to the apt to grab what was left of my things, I found a nasty note from him where he arrogantly alluded to having something of mine. He didn't get away with it though because I called human resources at the job and had them cancel that check and send me another one.

What a loser.

That was 9 years ago and I'm JUST NOW getting to the point where I'm not wishing him dead.

Wow!!! That was cathartic!

WOW. My eyes were glued to the screen reading that story. LOL. You should've whupped his ASS! Not a sane jury in the country would've convicted you. Esp when he took your check.

GrayWolf wrote:This one time my old roommate asked me to leave so he and his g/f could get busy. No problem there, we were both cool about that stuff so I left. I come back 2 hours later, and he's just sitting there. We get to talking, and he's like,


"uhh... yeah, so don't ever, ever use Icy Hot cream."
Me: "...for what?"
Him: "...as um... lube..."

GOD, why would you ever do that!? He said they thought it might feel cool. oh it did, that is, until the HOT part kicked in. He said it burned really, really bad, and it stung her just as bad, except, well, not as easy to wipe it off of her than it was off of him.

rofl.

GrayWolf wrote:This one time my old roommate asked me to leave so he and his g/f could get busy. No problem there, we were both cool about that stuff so I left. I come back 2 hours later, and he's just sitting there. We get to talking, and he's like,


"uhh... yeah, so don't ever, ever use Icy Hot cream."
Me: "...for what?"
Him: "...as um... lube..."

GOD, why would you ever do that!? He said they thought it might feel cool. oh it did, that is, until the HOT part kicked in. He said it burned really, really bad, and it stung her just as bad, except, well, not as easy to wipe it off of her than it was off of him.

rofl.

TSJFan4Ever wrote:I had a roommate whose personal hygene left much to be desired. She was a slob who always slouched, so she looked even worse. She was ignorant and uneducated - not in the sense of schooling but in terms of life and the real world. She was in the navy and came off a 3-week stint, complaining about how she hadn't showered is almost 3 weeks and hadn't washed any of her clothes - she had 3 changes of uniform. I asked what she'd done when she wasn't on duty and she looked at me like i was crazy and said all she did was slept.

Also had a bipolar roomie who drank a lot. This was back in university housing. We each had our own bedroom (4 bedrooms) but shared 2 half bathrooms, 1 shower, 1 kitchen and the living/dining area. He drank heavily (there was 1 other guy I shared with and another girl) and was often off his meds. He'd call us at 2AM and ask for someone and insist that person was there. He was so bad that the 1st year residence would actually complain about the noise. Every single morning, I woke up to him blasting Back Street Boys as loud as his stereo could go. He also have several life size posters of them in our living room and his room looked like a teenager girl's room - plastered with BSB posters and paraphernalia.