This has been a story that I’ve been sitting on for awhile, but I need to stop dwelling on it, put it out there and move on.
In college, I had a two-bedroom apartment off-campus with a roommate I found on Craigslist and we had a friendly, if tepid, relationship. We didn’t spend a lot of time together but we didn’t have many problems and liked each other’s friends well enough. It was a perfectly fine situation. While I only lived in the apartment during the school year, my roommate lived there year-round. For my three weeks of Winter Break, I went home out of state while my roommate held down the fort.
When I returned, it was obvious to me that someone had slept in my bed (although they had re-made it). This was not an uncommon occurrence. My boyfriend was then at another school a couple hours away, and I would visit him on some weekends. My roommate and her friends would frequently drink in the apartment, and I liked her friends enough to be comfortable with one of them crashing in my room when I was away… especially rather than driving home.
However, and I don’t know who it was, someone at some point crossed a line. For some holiday that year, my boyfriend had gifted me a “library” of chocolate… a box filled with miniature bars of gourmet-flavored chocolate in different colored boxes that resembled books on a bookshelf. I had eaten two of the eight, savoring them as I knew it was a seriously pricey package. The box was very pretty, and I kept it on the night table next to my bed (also convenient for reaching for a nibble while studying at night.)
You can see where this is going.
That someone had slept in my bed didn’t particularly bother me. However, I noticed that the bars of chocolate were very clearly out of order. I absolutely could not believe my eyes when I began taking the package apart and saw that four of the boxes were EMPTY (not including the two I myself had consumed.) Whoever had slept in my bed had taken it upon themselves to inspect, open, and eat my present. The situation was in fact even worse than that: The thief had opened a fifth bar, taken a bite, decided they didn’t like it, and PUT IT BACK. Of the six remaining bars, only one remained untouched.
To this day I have no idea what happened. Was the person sleeping in my room hungry and too drunk to care? Did they think I left it just for them? I know that in this situation my roommate was responsible for her guests, but I never said anything. I wish I wish I wish I had, but I was a very non-confrontational person and frankly speechless with shock. Maybe it’s my fault for not setting boundaries, but I didn’t think I had to specify “It’s okay if so-and-so sleeps in my room every so often, but please instruct her not to look through my things, borrow my clothes, or consume my food.” Doesn’t that sort of thing go without saying?
It’s not the scale of the offense that surprised me, but the nature of it. Who does something like that? How greedy, self-absorbed and oblivious do you have to be to think that doing such a thing is okay? No one slept in my room after that, and I still wonder if the offender just felt too guilty. I hope so, but all things considered it seems unlikely. 0629-11
After I married, I packaged up the top tier of my wedding cake and stored it, with permission, in my former landlady’s chest freezer. Fast forward a year later to my first anniversary, I have retrieved the cake to defrost it and eat it when lo and behold, someone had gotten to it before me. Yep, one of my former roommates had a chocolate craving one night, opened up the frozen cake and had eaten about a third of it. Who on earth eats an obvious wedding cake tier in a clearly labeled box? Chocolate loving piggy people, that’s who.