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“I was emptying your dishwasher and I didn’t really know where anything was supposed to go, so I went ahead and rearranged all your cabinets in a way that makes sense to meeee…“I knew my MIL staying with us was going to be a problem, but this was a level I was not prepared for. Like really, you couldn’t just open cabinets until you found the cups and put them in there, and so on?
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We had a couple over for dinner. Had a good time but they stayed and stayed. Around midnight they asked where they should sleep. We lived in a small one bedroom apartment and were puzzled so delicately asked them if they wouldn’t be going home? They said since we’d given them alcohol they wouldn’t be able to drive. Four adults, one bottle of wine, six hours. We were nonplussed. Gave them a couple blankets and pillows and said they could sleep on the couch or floor. We did not invite them again.
In fact, it is no wonder why guests were treated with such reverence in the old days. After all, when you live in the same place all your life, and the availableentertainmentcan be counted on the fingers of one hand, a person who has come from far away is an inexhaustible source of exciting stories. Especially if they really know how to tell them. And our ancestors loved stories. However, we love them too, don’t we?
Had some college friends from out of town over for a weekend camping trip. They had never been camping. I got called into work for an emergency and told them I would be back in 2 hours. During the 2 hours I was out, they moved a bunch of stuff from my bedroom to the living room and from the living room to the shelves in my bedroom. I thought it was odd but didn’t worry about it. Once we get back from the trip I notice they all quickly came up with reasons to leave. After they left I realized I was missing several cd’s and dvd’s, a digital camera, several books, a portable speaker, and other random stuff they apparently didn’t think I’d miss. They couldn’t figure out why I never talked to them again.
However, a conflict of interests is inevitable when someone comes to visit you at home. After all, each of us has our own ideas about howa houseshould look, how to run a household, and what can be done at home in general, and what not. But sometimes it happens that a person involuntarily transfers their own life attitudes to someone else’s dwelling - and then it’s good if everything ends with just a huge burst oflaughter.
My sister’s mother in law visited them a year or so after they got married. They both had to work, and that meant leaving her at home all day.When they got back, the mother in law had decided to be helpful and clean the house. Vacuumed the living room, did dishes, sanitized and reboxed all of their [intimate] toys…I thought it was weird then, and it was, but these days it’d be worth it to get the dishes done. .
I was visiting my parents a few months ago, and was outside helping out with some wood cutting for my mom; cutting down dead trees, splitting the logs, the whole nine yards. I was hot, sweaty, tired, and ready for a cold shower (more on that in a sec). At the time, a college student that my parents go to church with needed a place to house her family for graduation weekend. My folks have plenty of space, and let the woman’s parents, sister+BIL+newborn, and cousin stay with them. Well, I got back into the house right around the same time as the guests did. Introduced myself, chatted a bit, they got shown to their rooms, and I excused myself to go shower. I went up to my old room, closed the door, turned the shower on, and started undressing (business as usual). Then I heard my door open.I honestly wasn’t sure if I had imagined the noise or not. Anytime I’m visiting, Mom or Dad will knock, crack the door open, and call my name (almost as if they didn’t want to walk in on me after I had dropped trou, imagine that). Well, I turn around, drawers halfway down my legs, to see the college student, her sister, her cousin, and her Dad standing in the doorway. I blurted out “yo do you mind? I’m finna shower here” and they responded “oh, I’m sorry, we were just exploring the rest of the house”. Maybe I’m thinking about it too hard, but I’m not one to start opening closed doors when I’m a guest at someone’s house if I haven’t been explicitly told that I can go in there. I’m naked in here dude!TL;DR I ended up flashing my junk and a*s to pretty much an entire family.
Or maybe one of the heroes of the stories presented in this collection is just rude andentitled. Or simply doesn’t give a damn about the owners of the house who provided them with temporary shelter. This is, perhaps, the simplest explanation. Although some people seemed to be sincerely convinced that they were doing the hosts areal favorwith their weird-looking actions…
I hosted a Tibetan Lama (teacher), who was also a monk, several years back, for about a week. This monk REALLY made himself “at home” in my place, and so I think the “weird” comes into two things:1.) I came home from work one afternoon, and from my garage (and IN my car!), I could smell vaporized grease - it was like I was outside a cheap restaurant. I walked in, and there was oil…. everywhere. All over the hardwood floors, the countertops, the ceiling - even him! And he’d tracked it through the house, and even on my cloth couch. He explained he wanted to make momos (a Tibetan fried dumpling), and had invited some people from the temple over for dinner. I was too polite (read: too much of a doormat) to speak up, and spent the next month cleaning oil out of my house.2.) I came home from work a different afternoon, and the monk had been meeting with students from the temple in my home office / library. He said “Oh, you had too many books, and you’re too attached to things! You have so many, I let everyone take some.” (Again, me as doormat.)After that week with him, I never hosted monks in my home again.
An old coworker I haven’t seen in years came over with her toddler son. She came over because her teenage daughter was looking to make some money cleaning house and/or yard work, and was going to give me an estimate. My husband and I are child free, and therefore our home is not child proofed…at all. We collect antiques. She let her toddler run in our house. It was like she was just completely checked out and this was her “me” time to not deal with her kid. He was an absolute terror. I had to tell him no about 50 times, guide him out of our different rooms, tell him to not pull our dogs tails (we have 3 senior dogs, so I’m very protective of them). She didn’t even give me a quote for her daughter. I finally, in a nice way, kicked them out. If she would have parented her child, I wouldn’t have a problem. I get toddlers are a handful, I just don’t want to deal with an acquaintances child who has zero direction from his parents in my own home. F**k that.
My grandparents stayed with my family for a few months after my grandfather had surgery. I was a young teen then. I took the guest room because it was smaller and let them have mine. I offered, it was initially for a month only, and I still kept my things in the closet.My grandmother reorganised everything, checked my nightstand and desk. Went to every single thing and then had the audacity to whine to my parents.Ever since that I can’t have people in my room without feeling uncomfortable, and they can’t be left alone. There’s nothing to hide, but I can’t stand it.
My ex mother in law. She had to pee in the middle of the night, but her son (my ex) was in the only bathroom. Instead of knocking she got a glass out of the kitchen, went into the garage and squatted to pee into the cup. I had heard the garage door open and got up to see what was going on and startled her, causing her to spill her cup of pee all over the floor.
Not my house, but a friend was hosting a big annual holiday cookout thing they do every year. At some point someone goes into the garage to get beer out of the garage fridge. Immediately slips and falls. Looking at the garage floor, there is something very slippery sprayed ALLLLLLLLL over the whole floor. We pretty quickly find a big can of WD-40 sitting there, and someone apparently thought it would be a good idea to cover the entire fg garage floor in a skimcoat of it. The floor was epoxy-coated cement, so it was like an ice skating rink. Luckily we had a good group of friends and we all pitched in to clean it up for the homeowners, took us a few hours. It was a huge fg mess.We never figured out who the f**k did that, and what their motivation was. Absolutely bonkers.
Someone I was seeing for a while told me, months after the fact, that she had taken a dump and was unable to flush it.She took the s**te out of the toilet and placed it in the bin.The kitchen bin.
Her son s**t in his pants, didn’t even go to the bathroom, wipe his son’s a*s with my favorite face towel. Then leave without a notice.
When I was in pharmacy school (3rd year) a student in the year above asked if she could spend the night at the place I was renting (close to school) so she could have a place to stay while taking a NAPLEX prep course (big exam after graduating to become a licensed pharmacist) and I agreed because I had met her a few times previously and was on friendly terms.It was a small place with only one bathroom basically in the living room area. She went to pee but I never heard anything which is fine, except when I went to use the bathroom the rug in front of the toilet was drenched…. I guess she didn’t want me to hear her peeing so she tried to do it silently but ended up basically pissing on the floor.I didn’t say anything at the time but maybe I should have, I was just so flabbergasted at the moment.
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My uncle, who was visiting, spilled a pop on the coffee table and used a throw pillow to mop it up.
Use the laundry machine more than 50 times in a single month after we told her she used it too much after one week and 20 uses.
When my brothers and I were in high school we would host open door hangouts pretty regularly. One night after my mom sent everyone home, she got up at like 3 AM to get a drink and noticed a glow coming from the office.She found a girl we marginally knew on our family computer. She had come back after everyone was asleep to chat with her online boyfriend for hours using our internet. She did it because she had been grounded from her computer for being on it night and day. It was super awkward.
My cousin and her new hippy boyfriend drove from Arizona to my place in New Orleans. It was a small apartment, when I opened the door he said, “Nice to meet you,” and pushed past me to the bathroom.Where he delivered one of the smelliest dumps I’ve ever experienced. The smell was pure rotten and quickly filled my entire apartment. Mind you, there was a window in the bathroom, as well as a vent, matches, candles, poo-pourri, and room sprays. Then he asked me to find him “an old oak tree that would hold him like a mama.” It was all downhill from that literally s****y first impression.
She ate all my food within two days. I’m talking 24 pack of sodas, 2 bags of chips (with dip!) a loaf of bread, three sticks of butter, all my dessert cereals. I didn’t have the heart to say anything about it; I think she has a very serious eating disorder.
S**t themselves, then get it on the bathroom rug, the sink, the back of the toilet and bathroom towels.We’d had moved in about 2 weeks earlier after having the house built.
A guy I dated used to put on a hat to make a phone call. When I asked why, he said because he usually would go outside to smoke a cigarette while making a phone call (he tried not to smoke around me because I didn’t like it). He also put on sunglasses to brush his teeth. I didn’t get a good answer for that one.
We have a summer cabin in the mountains. My SO invited his grown up daughter to come visit. She wanted to bring a friend. We were like, great, the more the merrier. This friend went into our bedroom and stole some of my important prescription medications that I had stored in a box in a corner under a couple other boxes. Also a bottle of used nail polish and a handmade coffee mug that had been gifted to my SO which was decorative only.
S**t in the shower/bathtub. They were not taking a shower/bath.
My SIL came to my house for Thanksgiving for the first time. She absolutely gorged herself saying how good all the food was. Then in a lull in conversation at the table she announced “Well, I’m gonna go throw up.” and she got up to go to the bathroom. Um, what? We all thought maybe we misheard her and no one said a thing…. She came back a few moments later, and made herself another heaping plate of food and ate it all. Then they left early before dessert. I asked my MIL later if she really did excuse herself to throw up and my MIL just rolled her eyes and said “yep.” Like that happens all the time. Oh, and I have emetophobia so I was a mess with someone purposely throwing up in my house. 😩.
Not really weird but rude: my husband’s cousin and her husband visited us for a night one weekend. She’s a doctor he’s a Marine Corps major.When they brushed their teeth before bed that night they both spit their toothpaste into the sink and didn’t rinse it out, just left it there to dry and get crusty.Who the hell does that?
Apparently pumping up their junk since they accidentally left the device in the bathroom.
Invited herself to eat an entire loaf of bread in a single sitting.
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