Terrible Roommate Stories
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I shared a room in my first year. Started off sharing with a guy I didn't have much in common with, but then switched to share with a friend.
Enjoyed that. Our room became a hub for our little circle. I'd wake up at the start of the day (well, noon) and there would be people hanging out, chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool. Some people might smart at the loss of privacy, but I really enjoyed it.
Enjoyed that. Our room became a hub for our little circle. I'd wake up at the start of the day (well, noon) and there would be people hanging out, chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool. Some people might smart at the loss of privacy, but I really enjoyed it.
I find your avatar extremely hypnotic, and need to know where it's from.TizzytheTormentor said:
the one time in my life when I shared a house with someone that wasn't family or my husband I almost lucked out....almost. I was in a place that 6 rooms with a shared kitchen and living-room.
Roommate number 1 was my best friend since 7th grade.
Roommate number 2 guy that was either at his girlfriend's place or she was there with him. she was a sweetheart and later took his room when he had to go home.
Roommate number 3 she was Arcadian and spoke fluent french and English. she was also a vet tech and because of that once got us out pool game free one night when we went out to drink and play pool
Roommate number 4 was not home 80% of the time and when he was home he cleaned the common areas like they shined he later moved out to live with his girlfriend and a new guy moved in he was nice and had a Ukrainian mother who would come every so often and make a feast of home-cooked food that she insisted we all eat.
Roommate number 5 worked a lot, kept his own stuff clean, made sure the garbage went out on garbage day and always did more of his share of snow shoveling. He smoked i supposed but never did so in the house even in bad weather as non of the rest of us were smokers.
so if you're doing the math that's all 5 room mates and none seem that bad. we got along well and actually hung out and had fun together when schedules match up. But there is one thing i haven't mentioned this house also had a basement apartment you see and we shared the front door and entrance way with them and the shared laundry and storage was right near their door.
First we were pretty sure they were pot dealers or worse. strange smells would come up from their apartment, they would come and go at all hours and worse still it was not uncommon to come home and find shady looking people hanging out in our porch and down the stairs waiting for these people to come home. they had a party at one point and the next day my best friend's shoes were missing from the entrance way. I told them that one of their friend must have taken them by mistake and asked them to look into it. She has a really hard time finding shoes that fit her feet so it was a big hassle. Two weeks later they showed back up without a word and at that point we had all started bringing our shoes to our room even if they were wet.
then one day at 3 in the morning they pound on our main door needing to use the phone to call the police because their apartment has been broken into with the back window smashed in. apparently nothing was stolen though which is rather strange. the police come and take our statements about what we did or did not see or hear and we all assume that they came home drunk without their key and had broken the window to get in then freaked out about it when they sobered up. Or something has been stolen but it wasn't something you could report to the police. the land lords felt the same way and evicted them though they never got the notice as they had cleared out already leaving the apartment trashed and filthy to the point that the landlord needed 3 whole months to get the place straight and had to tear out the carpet and pieces of the walls.
we were glad to see them go and when the place was fixed up the new couple that moved in were wonderful.....well i mean they were average normal decent people but in comparison they seemed like saints.
the story ended there for about a year or so. I got a new job at a call center after the store I had been working at closed down. by chance i wound up on the same shift as a couple who lived a few blocks away from me and we decided to share a cab home on sundays as the bus stopped running before we got off. when the guy saw where I lived the next day he had to tell me this story. His parents live two houses over from us and one day about a year before then he was visiting them and he and his younger brother had been tossing a football back and forth when it went over the house between the two, bounced under our deck and took out a basement window on the back of the house. He told me that they had snuck over to get the ball back sure they would be caught not knowing that all of us would be at work or school at the time. The irony of the one thing that the downstairs tenants didn't do being what got them evicted was not lost on me though he didn't get why this story made me laugh so hard.
I told my roommates this story and several of them wanted to shake his hand or buy him a drink for breaking that window.
Roommate number 1 was my best friend since 7th grade.
Roommate number 2 guy that was either at his girlfriend's place or she was there with him. she was a sweetheart and later took his room when he had to go home.
Roommate number 3 she was Arcadian and spoke fluent french and English. she was also a vet tech and because of that once got us out pool game free one night when we went out to drink and play pool
Roommate number 4 was not home 80% of the time and when he was home he cleaned the common areas like they shined he later moved out to live with his girlfriend and a new guy moved in he was nice and had a Ukrainian mother who would come every so often and make a feast of home-cooked food that she insisted we all eat.
Roommate number 5 worked a lot, kept his own stuff clean, made sure the garbage went out on garbage day and always did more of his share of snow shoveling. He smoked i supposed but never did so in the house even in bad weather as non of the rest of us were smokers.
so if you're doing the math that's all 5 room mates and none seem that bad. we got along well and actually hung out and had fun together when schedules match up. But there is one thing i haven't mentioned this house also had a basement apartment you see and we shared the front door and entrance way with them and the shared laundry and storage was right near their door.
First we were pretty sure they were pot dealers or worse. strange smells would come up from their apartment, they would come and go at all hours and worse still it was not uncommon to come home and find shady looking people hanging out in our porch and down the stairs waiting for these people to come home. they had a party at one point and the next day my best friend's shoes were missing from the entrance way. I told them that one of their friend must have taken them by mistake and asked them to look into it. She has a really hard time finding shoes that fit her feet so it was a big hassle. Two weeks later they showed back up without a word and at that point we had all started bringing our shoes to our room even if they were wet.
then one day at 3 in the morning they pound on our main door needing to use the phone to call the police because their apartment has been broken into with the back window smashed in. apparently nothing was stolen though which is rather strange. the police come and take our statements about what we did or did not see or hear and we all assume that they came home drunk without their key and had broken the window to get in then freaked out about it when they sobered up. Or something has been stolen but it wasn't something you could report to the police. the land lords felt the same way and evicted them though they never got the notice as they had cleared out already leaving the apartment trashed and filthy to the point that the landlord needed 3 whole months to get the place straight and had to tear out the carpet and pieces of the walls.
we were glad to see them go and when the place was fixed up the new couple that moved in were wonderful.....well i mean they were average normal decent people but in comparison they seemed like saints.
the story ended there for about a year or so. I got a new job at a call center after the store I had been working at closed down. by chance i wound up on the same shift as a couple who lived a few blocks away from me and we decided to share a cab home on sundays as the bus stopped running before we got off. when the guy saw where I lived the next day he had to tell me this story. His parents live two houses over from us and one day about a year before then he was visiting them and he and his younger brother had been tossing a football back and forth when it went over the house between the two, bounced under our deck and took out a basement window on the back of the house. He told me that they had snuck over to get the ball back sure they would be caught not knowing that all of us would be at work or school at the time. The irony of the one thing that the downstairs tenants didn't do being what got them evicted was not lost on me though he didn't get why this story made me laugh so hard.
I told my roommates this story and several of them wanted to shake his hand or buy him a drink for breaking that window.
I had a roommate I now refer to as "The Dickhead". Seriously, even one of my younger profs who comes to the CompSci club meetings knows him as "The Dickhead".
This is just one of the many stories, but I think it sums up how much of an asshole he was. We all shared food as we're students and it was simpler (we all ate about the same amount). One day I decided to cook some frozen chicken burgers and I ask my 2 roommates if they want some. One says yes, the Dickhead says no. Once I take them out, the Dickhead asks, "Where's mine?" He tells me I never asked him, and that he wants one. My other roommate corroborates my story, but to avoid the impending shitstorm of an argument, I just throw one into the oven. After I take it out and turn off the oven, I head out to hang out with some friends at the bar. I get home around 2am and guess what I find on the counter? His uneaten chicken burger. I was pissed and drunk enough that I decided to eat it out of spite and then the next morning, he has the gall to chew me out for eating it!
And that's why I call him "The Dickhead". Oh, and he drives less than sober. I should change it to "The Dangerous Dickhead"
EDIT: Oh yeah, and he only cleaned his room. All of his messes in the kitchen and the bathroom weren't his problem, according to him.
This is just one of the many stories, but I think it sums up how much of an asshole he was. We all shared food as we're students and it was simpler (we all ate about the same amount). One day I decided to cook some frozen chicken burgers and I ask my 2 roommates if they want some. One says yes, the Dickhead says no. Once I take them out, the Dickhead asks, "Where's mine?" He tells me I never asked him, and that he wants one. My other roommate corroborates my story, but to avoid the impending shitstorm of an argument, I just throw one into the oven. After I take it out and turn off the oven, I head out to hang out with some friends at the bar. I get home around 2am and guess what I find on the counter? His uneaten chicken burger. I was pissed and drunk enough that I decided to eat it out of spite and then the next morning, he has the gall to chew me out for eating it!
And that's why I call him "The Dickhead". Oh, and he drives less than sober. I should change it to "The Dangerous Dickhead"
EDIT: Oh yeah, and he only cleaned his room. All of his messes in the kitchen and the bathroom weren't his problem, according to him.
I went to a Military college, so I was crammed in a small room with several guys. Your freshman year you were assigned roommates, and you basically had to deal with whomever they stuck you with.
One of my roommates was a pretty nice guy and not too bad, but he was a hardcore Christian bible-thumper. His religious dogma rarely came up, but whenever we were watching a movie in the room, if the movie had any sort of sex scene, he would literally freak the fuck out. And I'm not talking about pornography here: I'm talking about R-rated (and sometimes even PG-13 rated) movies that just happened to have a sex scene in them with someone making sex noises. Even if he wasn't actually watching the movie, just hearing the sex scene sounds would send him off the deep end with yells of "turn it off guys! Turn it off!", and we'd often just end up fast-forwarding through the scene so we wouldn't have to watch him freak out.
Oddly enough, he actually ended up pretty well adjusted, and is now married with kids.
One of my roommates was a pretty nice guy and not too bad, but he was a hardcore Christian bible-thumper. His religious dogma rarely came up, but whenever we were watching a movie in the room, if the movie had any sort of sex scene, he would literally freak the fuck out. And I'm not talking about pornography here: I'm talking about R-rated (and sometimes even PG-13 rated) movies that just happened to have a sex scene in them with someone making sex noises. Even if he wasn't actually watching the movie, just hearing the sex scene sounds would send him off the deep end with yells of "turn it off guys! Turn it off!", and we'd often just end up fast-forwarding through the scene so we wouldn't have to watch him freak out.
Oddly enough, he actually ended up pretty well adjusted, and is now married with kids.