My story was when I was in my first year of college far from home. I lived off campus in a 2bdr-2bath apartment with three others I knew from my hometown: A, B, and C. We were all girls and I roomed with C while A and B roomed together. This story is a long one as it involved our first guest ever for a weekend.
My roommate C and I ran into K, a girl we knew from high school who also went to the same college. We were delighted to find another person from our hometown and so when she asked if she could stay for the weekend, C and I agreed it would be nice so we asked A and B if it was okay. Everybody thought it would be fun since we knew K from high school and she seemed nice and friendly. B said she would be out of town to visit her parents, so she only requested that K not sleep in her bed. Sounds very reasonable.
On Saturday afternoon we picked up K and spontaneously decided to go to the beach (the school was right next to it too!) even though we were not in beachwear. K agreed enthusiastically and when we got to the beach, A, C, and I peeled off our shoes and hiked our pant legs and ran in the sand. K, however, decided to sit on a rock far away from sand and listen to her iPod. At this point of the story, I’d like to add that K is an environmental science major and a self proclaimed hippie. We were puzzled why she didn’t want to step inside the sand or run in the water. All she did was sit with her iPod. Well, okay, the three of us just ran around and had fun anyway but made sure she was in sight. We left shortly as it was apparent K was glued to her seat annd had little interest.
On the car way home, she just listend to her iPod and made small chit chat or talked on her phone. Apparently, she had a party to go to that same night and her friend would pick her up and bring her back to our place. It seemed kind of rude because now it seems she is totally uninterested in hanging with us and we felt like we were running a hotel, but whatever, hopefully the next day she would open up more. We got home and made a pasta dinner in which we all enjoyed. A, C, and I watched TV while K spent a very long time in the bathroom. Periodically she would come out and ask if her hair looked straight enough. She had straight hair to begin with so we had no idea what she was doing. Then her time came to leave and when we asked her what time she would be back she replied 9 or later.
Well, it was well past 9 and we heard no call from her. Our apartment complex had a front gate that only opened with a key on the oustide lock so that meant we had to stay up late to open the gate for her! We called her but she did not pick up. It was near 11 when she finally called and said she was here.
While A, C, and I were waiting, we had decided to paint our nails. When K arrived she just rooted herself onto the couch and opened her laptop and didn’t talk to us other than make comments on something she saw online. It was getting late and then K suddenly wanted to watch a movie her friend had sent her online. A and C were already tired (and uninterested) so they retired to their room. I stayed behind because I didn’t want her to feel neglected (hah!). She went on and on about how x-rated it was and if I was okay watching something “racy”. I said sure, I’ve had my share of naughty films.
Well, we didn’t even finish the movie because it sucked (it was really “artsy”), it was not hard-core at all, and she would scream, giggle, and jump everytime she saw a naked person. I’m beginning to think she’s one of those annoying people in movie theaters. Keep in mind, A and C are sleeping and it’s late. Her attempt to impress with me of how “edgy” and “hardcore” she was failed epicly. K was to sleep on the couch and when she learned that B was not here, she asked to borrow her pillows since B wouldn’t know anyway. I said no and goodnight.
The next morning, A and C tip toe around the apartment to not wake up K. I do the same and we speak in whispered voices. We hear a “good morning” and it turns out, K is really awake, but she is just lying on the couch and didn’t bother to tell us. Geez! A and C go back to sleep since it was a Sunday. K gets up to use my bathroom and is in there for a really really really long time. She cracks the door open and tells me she is having her cycle and could she borrow a pad. I told her yes and where mine were and not to use B’s. More waiting. I am doing the bathroom dance (hopping on one leg) and when she is finally done, I zoom in there.
There is very little toilet paper left so I grab a new roll (important!). This is what makes this story so memorable for A, C, and me. When I was done, the toilet did not flush. I was mortified. My business is in the bowl and instead of flushing, it starts to RISE. And soon…you guessed it: overflowed. I told K, and her response was “oh, did I clog it?” In my mind, I was wondering, what did you clog it with?!
I knocked on A and C’s bedroom door and when they opened, I told them of our very serious problem in my bathroom. We immediately jumped into action, grabbing rags, towels, newspapers and put them on the bathroom floor. K just stood around and watched us and occassionally handed me a rag while I was trying to stop the mess. We didn’t have a plunger so A drove me to the a 24hr drugstore in hopes of finding one in the morning, C tagged along too. K decided to stay put. In the ride, we learned that C didn’t want to get stuck with K alone in the house and was so angry that K did not helped when we all knew it was K that somehow managed to clog the toilet.
After purchasing a plunger, and trying to plunge a toilet, we ended up calling the janitor to help us but the office wouldn’t open until the afternoon. In the mean time, I took the 2 bathroom rugs to wash and hung them on our balcony to dry. We lived on the 4th floor and our balcony faces a hill with tall trees. It is gated off due to the steepness of the hill and a construction zone at the bottom of the hill. I’d change the newspapers and rags and K would sit on the couch with her lap top and only once meekly asked if she should helped. I told her no because she was still a guest and I didn’t want to accuse her of cloggin the toilet since I had no idea what did it. When it was time for the office to open, A and I went down to the office to explain our situation (and get away from K).
When we were walking back to our apartment, C met us at the gate and told us the rugs had flown off the balcony rail and down the hill. K of course was still on our couch and we learned from C that K just watched the first rug get picked up by the wind and made no motion to stop the second one from flying off too. Instead, she quietly called C from the couch that the rugs were being blown away. C of course dashed to the balcony but it was too late. So A decided to jump the high fence and retrieve the bathroom rugs. I was so thankful since one of the rugs belonged to B’s!
The day dragged on and on and the janitor had not come by yet. K then left to go back to the dorms and mumbled thanks, but not once did she say sorry or even admit that it was her that clogged the toilet. A, C, and I bursted into sighs of relief and recounted the bizarre events over the past weekend. When the janitor finally came in the late afternoon, we (especially me) were so embarassed of the mess in the toilet. He fixed the toilet and we thanked him profusely. I cleaned up the remaining mess and was exhausted by the end of the day. B came back that night and we unfolded the horrible weekend.
I did not know this, but we found out that B had put in a NEW roll of toilet paper for our guest before she left. That meant K had somehow used nearly an entire roll of toilet paper in that one weekend! And to top it off, B said her package of feminine product had been rummaged through and was strewn in the cabinet. K did not even bother to rearrange it.
We saw K the next day and she thanked us for the lovely stay and hoped to do it again. I tried to avoid her for…. well, forever. K was the first and last encounter of an e-hell bound guest. 0419-10