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Title: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: snowball's chance on July 30, 2009, 09:00:43 AM
I did a search & couldn't find this topic.

A few years ago, it was my then-BF's birthday.  We went to a hockey game with a bunch of his friends, and then I invited everyone over to my place afterwards for some beers.  This was the first time I had ever hosted any BF's friends. 

(BG: The day this happened, I had received Uggs & a pair of cords in the mail that I had ordered online.  I had opened them right after I got off work, and then set them on my coffee table as I had to scramble to get ready in time to meet the BF for dinner & drinks before the game)

When we got to my place after the game, I lit pretty much every candle I owned, as it was about a dozen people, 3/4 of them smokers (as am I).  I wanted to mask the smoke somehow b/c my apt isn't exactly gigantic, I'd never had that many people smoking at once inside of it, and even if I had wanted to open a window, they were frozen shut.

The BF sees the pkg on the coffee table, & asks what I ordered, I show him the pants & the boots and set them back on the coffee table.  After a couple of beers, BF & his friend decide to throw the balled-up tissue that was in the boots at each other.  ::)  One tissue ball lands on my dinette, and BF's friend who is sitting there, picks it up & holds it to the candle, & lights it.  She holds a burning tissue ball in her hand for a second, that goes, "Oh!" & throws it in the sink, but not before a couple of burning embers float down to the off-white carpet, luckily, no noticable damage.

Everyone sits in stunned silence for a few minutes.  Then Pyro's BF immediately jumps up & says, "Well, we should get going."  Pyro just walks down the hall to my front door and gets her coat from the front closet, and waits at the door while her BF said good-bye to everyone.
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Post by: kitty-cat on July 30, 2009, 09:19:04 AM
Wow, just wow. 

My story isn't as "good" as snowball's, but it's still kinda good.

When my mom and I moved into my stepdad's house, my stepsister "Geni" still came over.  Along with her friends.  One of her friends was named "Vanessa" and she was the rudest person I knew.  It was the summer inbetween 4th and 5th grade for me, and at the time, I had these barbie books that I loved.  Vanessa would come into my room and read the books to me as if I was a baby. (it was her tone of voice, and the fact that in kindergarten I was reading at a 4th and 5th grade level that made it really bad...)  In general, Vanessa treated me as if I was a baby/toddler who needed to be treated as such. 

The reason she was un-invited from the house was, in addtion to being rude, she was also really disrespectful to my stepdad.  One morning, he went into the living room that had WHITE couches and saw Vanessa eating a RED popsicle without anything to catch the juice.  Normally, he told Geni's friends to go get a papertowel and to not eat on the white couch and they did with no problem.

Vanessa was "special" though.  Not only did she say that she didn't want to, she said it in a way that made my stepdad ban her from the house.  (and my stepdad very rarely bans people from the house.)
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Post by: Kari on July 30, 2009, 09:31:57 AM
I have one of those friends who does not know when it's time to leave. She kept me up to 4:30 a.m. one night chatting away and playing my video games. I started doing the PA thing, "Oh, it's getting late," which had no effect on her to "I can make up a bed for you on the couch" which eventually became "OK, I'm going to bed." She only went to bed (on my couch) when she was good and ready.

I now either meet her at her place or out in public, but I can't remember when was the last I time I invited her over.
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Post by: Canadianprincess on July 30, 2009, 09:32:49 AM
I had just moved into my very first apartment and I really liked it. No one had ever lived in it and I spent a lot of time decorating it and everything. I was quite pleased. Then, I invited this guy I was friends with at the time over and he brought a couple of friends who were visiting him. These guys were the type who thought they were so cool that everyone should just be overjoyed to be in their presence. They came in my apartment and wandered around eating my food and telling stupid stories. Then, one of them walked over to my bookshelf, grabbed my leather Bible that my Mom had got me (which was pretty expensive, not to mention, it was a *Bible*). He took it, held it up in the air, and said "This is what we think of Bibles!" and ripped it up right in front of me! My mouth dropped open and I was speechless! The guy that I had invited over, then said, "Uh, we better get going," and I said "Yeah, I think so." Man, that still makes me angry to think about it.
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Post by: Josiepug on July 30, 2009, 09:34:26 AM
Well, no one has ever tried to set my house on fire, but here goes my story.

I have an Aunt that lives along the Gulf Coast. She's not a very nice person and I've never really liked her. She is especially mean to my Mother,  her younger sister. My Mom does not know how to tell anyone no and when Hurricaine Rita was heading towards Aunt's house my Mom graciously invited her to evacuate to my house. Note that I did not extend the invitation. So I was already very unhappy when I got the call at work that Aunt and her three horribly behaved dogs were coming to my house.

So Aunt comes and sets up camp in my guest bedroom. Her dogs chase my cats and annoy my dogs. Aunt has a habit of coating herself with baby powder every morning and by day 2 there is a thin coat of baby powder all over my house that she does not even offer to clean up. But the worst thing was her dogs potty habits. She lived in an apartment with a back patio, but no grass. So her dogs just pooped on her back patio. When they came to my house the dogs refused to use any of the grass in my 1/2 acre back yard and insisted on pooping on my back patio. I was not amused. Aunt kept saying she would clean it up, but never did.

Rita completely misses her town, so after a week she goes home. By this point I've taken to hiding in my bedroom with a bottle of wine and trying to ignore the thick layer of baby powder and the massive quantity of dog poop on my back patio. Aunt comes and knocks on my bedroom door at 5:00 am and tells me she is leaving. I was not amused at the hour but was so relieved that she was leaving that I gladly helped her load her car and those drat dogs. After she pulled out of the driveway I went to the backyard and spotted that she hadn't cleaned up the dog poop. Grrrrrrr.

Sadly, before Ike and Gustav came along I found someone who desparately needed a bedroom suite and turned my guest bedroom into my knitting room. Aunt stayed with my Mom and boarded the dogs.
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Post by: jaxsue on July 30, 2009, 09:40:29 AM
Back when I was involved with a church I invited the youth minister's family over (they were new). They had 3 kids, a girl and 2 boys.
I didn't know them well, but they seemed to be okay.

They walk in and the first thing the 3 kids do is to jump on our sofa! Mom and dad do/say nothing. They they proceed to the bedrooms to jump on the beds. Parents at this point say, in a joking way, something like "maybe you shouldn't be jumping on the furniture, ha, ha."

I learned that this is the way they disciplined. Very ineffectual, and their kids' behavior was consistently very bratty (labels have been frowned on here lately, but this isn't labeling the kids, it's labeling the behavior).

The worst example of this was when we were all at a farm at a church event. The DD decided she wanted to go into the pasture where the bulls were! She was playing in the field, while mumsy and daddy were calling her feebly, "Honey, can you come out of the field now? There's a bull there." Evil me was imagining just a little tap from an irate cow or bull, just enough to put some natural fear into the girl.  >:D

Needless to say, after that first visit they were never invited again.
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Post by: Marleigh on July 30, 2009, 09:53:36 AM
This story isn't too shocking, considering it came from a child, but she was old enough to know better.

In our old neighborhood was one of those kids whose parents just turned her out into the street all day because they didn't want to deal with her.  I felt sorry for her, so I would talk to her and one day I invited her in.  She was probably 11 years old at that time.  She instantly went into my kitchen and opened all of my cabinets one by one.  I just stood there in shock.  Finally I asked her what she was looking for, and asked her to please stop.

A few days later, she came over and understandably, I didn't invite her in, so we were talking through the screen door.  She was wearing a grass skirt over her clothes and began wadding it up and pushing it through a hole in my screen, making it larger.  I said, "Please don't do that, you're making the hole in the screen bigger."

Her response was to give me a "diva" head shake and push her face closer to mine, as if to challenge me and say, "Don't tell me what to do."

I said, "Excuse me??  This is MY house, and you will NOT damage my screen."

She left and never came back.  I felt bad about it, because I know she was a messed up kid, but I didn't feel I did anything wrong.
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Post by: Dragonflymom on July 30, 2009, 09:54:21 AM
When I was in my teens, my brother had a friend over.  We lived on about 9 acres, and had two horses, a barn, and a chicken coop from when the previous owner had chickens.  It was a hot day, so we were putting the horses out at night and bringing them in to the barn during the day to protect them from the sun.

My brother first took his friend down to the barn to show him the horses.  I went down to the barn soon afterwards to make sure they weren't giving the horses too many treats.  I was on my way to the barn when I heard the crack of a whip.  I came running, and here the guy was swinging the lunge whip at the two terrified horses in their stalls.  I read the guy the riot act, told him he needed to get out of the barn IMMEDIATELY and stay away from the horses from now on, and stayed close to the barn for the rest of his visit.

A little while later, brother and his friend decide to do archery.  They set up targets on some hay bales in the middle of the field, pretty well away from everything.  Friend decides to aim at the glass window of the old chicken coop instead, takes it out and gets broken glass all over the place.

Strangely this friend never got invited back again...
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: mirthful on July 30, 2009, 10:07:05 AM
My mother, myself, and my brother usually go to Thanksgiving dinner at my aunt's house. This has been the tradition going back twenty-odd years. My aunt is a great cook and usually makes turkey breast or ham with all the trimmings, including her delicious homemade dressing. She works very hard and we always thank her for the wonderful meal.

Last Thanksgiving, I met my mother and drove to my aunt's house. My brother was supposed to pick up his girlfriend (who was also invited) but he's always late and this was no exception. Dinner was scheduled to start at a certain time, which he knew about. This may have been rude, but since he's always late and the food was getting cold, and all of the other guests were assembled, we ate at the scheduled time.

He and his girlfriend, let's call her Kelly, showed up about 20 minutes after we had started to eat. They were both dressed extremely casually. (My family doesn't dress extremely formally for these things, but I typically wear a nice sweater and a nicer pair of jeans or slacks and dressy shoes.) Kelly complained that they were seated at the kitchen table. (This was because there was not enough space in the dining room, and I'll add my mother and my aunt, the hostess, also ate in the kitchen.) After the meal Kelly became upset at something my brother said (which was probably reasonable, my brother is not a nice person ) and proceeded to lock herself in my cousin's basement room. She would not come out for at least a half hour. They both ate messily and finished all of my aunt's homemade dressing, of which there are usually plenty of leftovers. Their behavior was just generally rude and not appreciative of the wonderful meal they'd been invited to.

They were not invited to Christmas dinner. (also a long-standing tradition) When my brother found out about this (I tried to keep it to myself but he asked me directly on Christmas Eve if I would be going the next day) he acted extremely put out that he and his girlfriend were not going to be asked back. He seemed to think it was completely acceptable to go to your host's home for a "free meal" without being polite or interacting with anyone but his girlfriend, who he was probably very rude to all day. I was very embarrassed to be related to him that day.
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Post by: mumma to KMC on July 30, 2009, 10:26:20 AM
Shortly after ds was born, a friend of mine came to visit with her 3 sons. Yikes! They were 4, 3 and under 1. The boys jumped on my couch, ripped the newspaper that had come that day, cleared off the bottom of the bookshelf, and poked my couch with diaper pins. They only stayed an hour and I was so glad to see them go. Mom did not stop them and I didn't feel comfortable saying anything. If I recall correctly, she did say that I needed to baby proof the house. Uh, not if my son was a month old! :)

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Post by: secretrebel on July 30, 2009, 10:59:01 AM
I had a suitcase full of good quality clothes that didn't fit me. I asked my friends if they could use them, planning to donate to Goodwill if they couldn't. None of my friends could use them but one said that a friend of hers "Molly" was having a tough time financially and asked if I'd be willing to give them to her. I said that would be fine.

We arranged for Molly to come and see the clothes and take anything she wanted. She arrived at my house late and when she rang the doorbell she was talking on her cell. She didn't make eye contact and I awkwardly let her into the house and waited for her to stop talking. She talked for another ten minutes about a problem she was having and finally hung up. She accepted the soft drink I offered her but didn't greet me, just went on talking about the problem she'd told her friend on the cell about. She came to see the clothes and said she would try them on. She took them all into the bathroom with her and tried them on for about an hour.

Finally she came downstairs and said "I'll take them". She was disappointed I wouldn't give her the suitcase I had been keeping them in and she asked if I had anything else to give away. She then complained some more about her personal problems.

Finally she left with all the clothes. At no point did she ever said thank you for anything. Not even once.
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Post by: hope on July 30, 2009, 11:44:48 AM
My SIL and BIL came to visit one month after I had my dd.  His dad lived in the same state we do and he needed help moving from his home into assisted living quarters.  SIL very nicely asked if they could please stay on our pull-out couch since the plane tickets were about all they could afford.  For 2 nights, not a big deal I thought.

BIL smokes.  No smoking is allowed in my house especially with a new baby in the home.  He smoked on the front porch and it still came thru the windows.  DH asked him to please take a walk when he smoked (like FIL does when he visits) and BIL got bent out of shape.  SIL asked us to please make an acception for her DH.  No.

The next morning they were helping his dad move all day but due back around 5:00.  DH went after work and got a bunch of lunch meat and 3 types of salad so I wouldn't have to cook.  I told him to get a lot so the next day we could have the left overs for lunch.  SIL and BIL come in, with his dad who we did not know was coming, and his first comment is "That is A LOT of food."  I smile and said "We thought you might be hungry.  If not, there will be left overs for tomorrow."  Him:  "We are going to be eating the same thing tomorrow?!"  Me: (losing it) "If you chose to eat here, then yes."

They have never been invited back.
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Post by: NotCinderell on July 30, 2009, 12:03:34 PM
I was not the hostess in this case.  Several years ago, my grandmother deteriorated quickly and had brain surgery, and all of the relatives were informed that this could be the end, and to come into town.  (Luckily, it was not, and she's still alive and well).  I was getting laundry ready when I got the call from my cousin, and I told him that I could come right away, but I had no clean clothes, so could I do laundry at his place?  He said fine.  So a 5 hour drive with my mom, a visit to the hospital, a very late fast-food dinner, and then laundry at my cousins' house at midnight.  My cousins are twins and at the time owned a house together.  It was kind of party central, and there were always people coming and going.  So they had guests, and I was already tired and grouchy, and their guest was annoying me, so I apologized and said I was a little out of sorts because my grandmother was very sick in the hospital after having endured major surgery as an octogenarian.

His response:  "Oh, I know just how you feel.  The other day I spilled ketchup on my white shirt.  It was the worst day of my life."

Later on, he said to one of my cousins, "I don't think your cousin likes me."  Gee...ya think?
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Post by: penguinpants on July 30, 2009, 12:25:11 PM
Paul, a college roommate's friend, thought that it was "funny" that I took good care of my dog, and thought my devotion to her was excessive.  Yes, I loved her, still do, and took good care of her and enjoyed being with her, but I didn't do anything crazy.  But Paul thought it would be funny to play a joke on me.  See, I took exception to the fact that he took her face into his hands and blew smoke up her nose.  I told him that he had to leave immediately, and that that was a cruel, dangerous, and disgusting thing to do to an animal.

I came in from work one evening, put my things down and greeted my pup, and was about to take her for a walk when the phone rang.  A man began screaming at me about his injured son, saying that my dog had gotten loose, had bitten his child badly on the face, and that, even now, he was in surgery and that the man was calling the police and animal control on me, that he wouldn't stop until he made sure that my dog was put down.

I went into complete panic mode, and was trying to seek information, as well as pointing out that my dog wasn't loose, that she'd been inside since I had left for work.  He began screaming some more, cursing me out, and threatening to come and take care of my dog himself.  He then hung up on me, and I tried to get myself together a bit, since I was hysterically sobbing, and I was about to call the police.  The roommate had been over at Paul's house, but had been outside while the call was being made.  He'd walked into the room at the tail-end of it, when Paul had hung up, and Paul smugly informed him of what he'd done.  Roommate called me immediately to let me know that it was Paul, and that he was coming home right away to make sure I was o.k.  When he got home, I said, "Paul was pretty much banned anyway, but I don't even want to see him at any parties or group events, ever." 

Still makes me mad, thinking about it.
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Post by: TinyVulgarUnicorn on July 30, 2009, 12:25:27 PM
This wasn't at my own house, but a very dear friend that I used to hang out with all the time.  My friend decided to throw a small party in celebration of his graduation from college so about ten people were in the house total.  One of the guys that came brought two of his buddies who decided to drink ALL the alcohol in the house and start "play fighting."  Only this was a full-on fight that included the blood and breaking of a dining room table along with the general mess of a fight that includes furniture being thrown around.  My friend eventually asked the two drunk guys to leave and they did, but it wasn't until later that we noticed that they ended up stealing prescription medicine from my purse and threw up in the downstairs foyer leading to the front yard!
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Post by: PitBullMom on July 30, 2009, 12:29:43 PM
In college I lived with two other girls.  One of the girls often had a friend of hers from her hometown visit our place. 

One evening, my boyfriend and I were making dinner in the kitchen and we offered some food to Roommate and her buddy.  The dish included vegetables and, evidently, this offended Buddy.  "Gross!  Are you trying to kill me by feeding me vegetables?  No way!  I don't eat anything green."  He continued to insult our dinner and berate us for, "trying to kill him," and "How could we eat that?  Gross!"

The next day I had a conversation with Roommate and Buddy was never invited back.
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Post by: PitBullMom on July 30, 2009, 12:33:51 PM
Paul, a college roommate's friend, thought that it was "funny" that I took good care of my dog, and thought my devotion to her was excessive.  Yes, I loved her, still do, and took good care of her and enjoyed being with her, but I didn't do anything crazy.  But Paul thought it would be funny to play a joke on me.  See, I took exception to the fact that he took her face into his hands and blew smoke up her nose.  I told him that he had to leave immediately, and that that was a cruel, dangerous, and disgusting thing to do to an animal.

I don't blame you one bit for not allowing him back after doing this!  What rude and inconsiderate behavior to do this to someone's pet!
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Post by: wellisawstar on July 30, 2009, 12:39:05 PM
I had just moved into my very first apartment and I really liked it. No one had ever lived in it and I spent a lot of time decorating it and everything. I was quite pleased. Then, I invited this guy I was friends with at the time over and he brought a couple of friends who were visiting him. These guys were the type who thought they were so cool that everyone should just be overjoyed to be in their presence. They came in my apartment and wandered around eating my food and telling stupid stories. Then, one of them walked over to my bookshelf, grabbed my leather Bible that my Mom had got me (which was pretty expensive, not to mention, it was a *Bible*). He took it, held it up in the air, and said "This is what we think of Bibles!" and ripped it up right in front of me! My mouth dropped open and I was speechless! The guy that I had invited over, then said, "Uh, we better get going," and I said "Yeah, I think so." Man, that still makes me angry to think about it.

My jaw actually, truly dropped reading this story. I can't believe anyone would come into someone's home and rip up a book, let alone a religious book. Wow.
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Post by: LeeLee88 on July 30, 2009, 12:39:59 PM
Hahaha, oh goodness, unfortunately, I have loads and loads and loads of stories like this, almost all of them from my father's side of the family (they're really "charming"), but I shall share two quickies from when I was a kid.  

1)  My 11th birthday party, I had some friends over and we were playing, and as usual, my little brother (8 at the time) was following us around and just doing what little brothers do.  One of my friends gets mad at this, grabs a cupcake from the picnic table, and smashes it into my little brother's face!  No warning, just did it!  So now, he's crying, and I'm upset with her because come hell or high water, that's MY baby brother, and no one gets to be mean to him but ME!  ::)  He runs into the house, tells my mom, and she promptly comes outside and is MAD.  I tell my mom that is was me, because I knew that my friend would be perma-banned for this.  My mother looks right past me, and says to my friend in a very cool tone, "Your mother has already been called.  You will get your things and wait for her to come get you in the kitchen with me."  Later, I got a lecture about standing up for my little brother (guess she missed me yelling at friend  :P) and was told to never lie for people who do something mean like that.  Lesson learned, never went to friend's house again.  Although her mother banned ME from HER house because my mother stood up for her child.  Oh, how DARE she? ;)

2)  Had a sleepover, we were all 13 and 14, and I made thumbprint cookies.  Friends are chowing down and loving them, and one girl wants to know what sort of cookies these are.  I say they're thumbprint cookies, and she says, "So... you put your THUMB in them?"  Me: "Yeah, that's why they're called thumbprint cookies, it's how you make the little reserve for the cherry relish to go."  Her: "EEEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!  YOU PUT YOUR FINGER IN THEM!!!"  Me: "Yeah, but they were baked in the oven, so any germs that I missed after I washed my hands before I made them would be burnt out."  Cue my friends agreeing and looking at this girl like a sideshow, which she was being at this point.  Anyway, she will not stop going, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!! GROOOOOOOSS!" for about 20 minutes, and I finally tell her to just leave since she clearly can't move beyond this to enjoy herself.  I had already offered other goodies and such, and she wouldn't stop, so I sent her off.  I banned her myself, I don't need a tweak like that freaking out over every little thing possibly having A germ on it while she being hosted in my house!

And don't get me started on when she found out that I used the eggs my chickens had laid... argh!
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Post by: extranormal on July 30, 2009, 12:46:22 PM
My DH had a hometown...not friend, exactly, but somebody he hung out with when they were kids. Pal was visiting our part of the country doing research for his novel and asked if he could stay with us for a few days. He also requested a ride to a nearby town, which was fine with DH.

Pal was a less than desirable houseguest. He broke our towel rack (and pointed out how cheap it must be to break that easily). He informed DH that he'd never make a living in the career he'd chosen. He mocked me openly for not knowing the specific years a particular English king was on the throne. He deemed my cooking "pedestrian but surprisingly edible." He suggested I try a new brand of makeup, as the dark circles under my eyes were disturbing.

Bad enough. But when it (finally!) came time for him to leave, DH got set to drive him to the town he'd specified. Pal then got a smug little grin and admitted that he did need to go to a place with that name, but it was the one four hours away (rather than 20 minutes). DH had clarified at the beginning of all this which town Pal had meant, and Pal acknowledged that he knew he had told DH the closer one.

His reasoning? "I knew that after three days of having me in your house, you'd be willing to drive all night to get rid of me." At least he got that right.
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Post by: Visiting Crazy Town on July 30, 2009, 12:50:24 PM
My DH had a hometown...not friend, exactly, but somebody he hung out with when they were kids. Pal was visiting our part of the country doing research for his novel and asked if he could stay with us for a few days. He also requested a ride to a nearby town, which was fine with DH.

Pal was a less than desirable houseguest. He broke our towel rack (and pointed out how cheap it must be to break that easily). He informed DH that he'd never make a living in the career he'd chosen. He mocked me openly for not knowing the specific years a particular English king was on the throne. He deemed my cooking "pedestrian but surprisingly edible." He suggested I try a new brand of makeup, as the dark circles under my eyes were disturbing.

Bad enough. But when it (finally!) came time for him to leave, DH got set to drive him to the town he'd specified. Pal then got a smug little grin and admitted that he did need to go to a place with that name, but it was the one four hours away (rather than 20 minutes). DH had clarified at the beginning of all this which town Pal had meant, and Pal acknowledged that he knew he had told DH the closer one.

His reasoning? "I knew that after three days of having me in your house, you'd be willing to drive all night to get rid of me." At least he got that right.


 :o :o
 I think that your DH should have dropped him off at the nearest bus station

 Bolded statemennt is just too funny
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Post by: LeeLee88 on July 30, 2009, 12:51:20 PM
My DH had a hometown...not friend, exactly, but somebody he hung out with when they were kids. Pal was visiting our part of the country doing research for his novel and asked if he could stay with us for a few days. He also requested a ride to a nearby town, which was fine with DH.

Pal was a less than desirable houseguest. He broke our towel rack (and pointed out how cheap it must be to break that easily). He informed DH that he'd never make a living in the career he'd chosen. He mocked me openly for not knowing the specific years a particular English king was on the throne. He deemed my cooking "pedestrian but surprisingly edible." He suggested I try a new brand of makeup, as the dark circles under my eyes were disturbing.

Bad enough. But when it (finally!) came time for him to leave, DH got set to drive him to the town he'd specified. Pal then got a smug little grin and admitted that he did need to go to a place with that name, but it was the one four hours away (rather than 20 minutes). DH had clarified at the beginning of all this which town Pal had meant, and Pal acknowledged that he knew he had told DH the closer one.

His reasoning? "I knew that after three days of having me in your house, you'd be willing to drive all night to get rid of me." At least he got that right.


"Oh no, it's not that at all, it's just that we want you to leave before my terrible condition acts up" Him: smugly "Oh? And what condition is that?"  *you punch him the face*  "Oh that one!  I have this terrible spasm and I just can't control it... tsk tsk, but your black eye is very disturbing to me, perhaps you should choose a different makeup?"  Oooohhhh, I must be in a mood today...  >:D >:D
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Post by: extranormal on July 30, 2009, 12:52:52 PM
My DH had a hometown...not friend, exactly, but somebody he hung out with when they were kids. Pal was visiting our part of the country doing research for his novel and asked if he could stay with us for a few days. He also requested a ride to a nearby town, which was fine with DH.

Pal was a less than desirable houseguest. He broke our towel rack (and pointed out how cheap it must be to break that easily). He informed DH that he'd never make a living in the career he'd chosen. He mocked me openly for not knowing the specific years a particular English king was on the throne. He deemed my cooking "pedestrian but surprisingly edible." He suggested I try a new brand of makeup, as the dark circles under my eyes were disturbing.

Bad enough. But when it (finally!) came time for him to leave, DH got set to drive him to the town he'd specified. Pal then got a smug little grin and admitted that he did need to go to a place with that name, but it was the one four hours away (rather than 20 minutes). DH had clarified at the beginning of all this which town Pal had meant, and Pal acknowledged that he knew he had told DH the closer one.

His reasoning? "I knew that after three days of having me in your house, you'd be willing to drive all night to get rid of me." At least he got that right.


 :o :o
 I think that your DH should have dropped him off at the nearest bus station

 Bolded statemennt is just too funny

Actually, DH just took him to the town they'd originally agreed upon and told Pal he was on his own from there.  :)
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Post by: Talamarie on July 30, 2009, 12:58:42 PM
Not as bad as most of these, but I used to hold regular PPV parties.

At these parties I'd frequently spend around 200$ on food. I'd bake, make taco bars, hot dogs + hamburgers, etc.  We'd pay for all the drinks, and basically just do everything you should do when you host an event.

A couple of our friends "Bob + Betty" would bring over "Debbie and Dave" whenever they would come.  This was fine the first couple times, and they always had permission to do so.

The final straw on Debbie and Dave being welcome in my house was when they brought their 18 month old, whom they had NO control over, allowed her to wander my (unbabyproofed) house screaming because she would cry whenever her parents put her down, and well they had to eat didn't they? So three hours of a child that's not mine screaming with no recourse from her parents.

To top it off, I walked in to the kitchen where Debbie was sitting with Betty (and eating a 2nd plateful of the food I'd made) and tried to talk to her and she looked at me, didn't say anything and walked out of the room food in hand.

I said NEVAH again.
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Post by: evely28 on July 30, 2009, 01:00:34 PM
My DH had a hometown...not friend, exactly, but somebody he hung out with when they were kids. Pal was visiting our part of the country doing research for his novel and asked if he could stay with us for a few days. He also requested a ride to a nearby town, which was fine with DH.

Pal was a less than desirable houseguest. He broke our towel rack (and pointed out how cheap it must be to break that easily). He informed DH that he'd never make a living in the career he'd chosen. He mocked me openly for not knowing the specific years a particular English king was on the throne. He deemed my cooking "pedestrian but surprisingly edible." He suggested I try a new brand of makeup, as the dark circles under my eyes were disturbing.

Bad enough. But when it (finally!) came time for him to leave, DH got set to drive him to the town he'd specified. Pal then got a smug little grin and admitted that he did need to go to a place with that name, but it was the one four hours away (rather than 20 minutes). DH had clarified at the beginning of all this which town Pal had meant, and Pal acknowledged that he knew he had told DH the closer one.

His reasoning? "I knew that after three days of having me in your house, you'd be willing to drive all night to get rid of me." At least he got that right.


I am shocked that your DH drove him :o. I think many of us on these boards have enough difficulty in dealing with 'expectation'. Throw in deceit and manipulation and stick a fork in me.....I am so done!
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Post by: evely28 on July 30, 2009, 01:03:16 PM
My DH had a hometown...not friend, exactly, but somebody he hung out with when they were kids. Pal was visiting our part of the country doing research for his novel and asked if he could stay with us for a few days. He also requested a ride to a nearby town, which was fine with DH.

Pal was a less than desirable houseguest. He broke our towel rack (and pointed out how cheap it must be to break that easily). He informed DH that he'd never make a living in the career he'd chosen. He mocked me openly for not knowing the specific years a particular English king was on the throne. He deemed my cooking "pedestrian but surprisingly edible." He suggested I try a new brand of makeup, as the dark circles under my eyes were disturbing.

Bad enough. But when it (finally!) came time for him to leave, DH got set to drive him to the town he'd specified. Pal then got a smug little grin and admitted that he did need to go to a place with that name, but it was the one four hours away (rather than 20 minutes). DH had clarified at the beginning of all this which town Pal had meant, and Pal acknowledged that he knew he had told DH the closer one.

His reasoning? "I knew that after three days of having me in your house, you'd be willing to drive all night to get rid of me." At least he got that right.


 :o :o
 I think that your DH should have dropped him off at the nearest bus station

 Bolded statemennt is just too funny

Actually, DH just took him to the town they'd originally agreed upon and told Pal he was on his own from there.  :)

Good for your husband (and you).
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Post by: SkyTalon on July 30, 2009, 01:05:03 PM
I was not the host, but I was the poor mortified soul who brought this guy into the home.

1) This was a gaming group, and the host would be running 4th Edition DnD. My friend since 4th grade had been vaguely interested in playing. We thought 'sure, we had a player drop on us, why not?' Now, previously this guy had co-GM'd a Vampire the Masquerade game that myself and GF had participated in. Now, in this game Friend and GM had hated GF and her character, citing problems that were mostly on their end (because GM never talked to GF. He went through Friend, who went through me to air grievences...) One of these reasons was that according to them she was playing Elecktra. Nevermind that GF knows less then ziltch on Marvel.


DnD game comes along, GF's already an established character. She's playing a 2x Weild Ranger. DM (and host) grabs a model for her. A human monk with tonfas... Friend then FLIPS OUT. Slamming his pensil down and yelling in his 'rage.' This freaks everyone out. Turns out he was 'joking' but I wouldnt learn of this until much later. Granted, it's only a joke to him, but he doesnt care. He also told me point blank that he doesnt care if he freaks out my friends.

I didnt walk away from him right then and there. I should have, but he has my mother (who I live with) wrapped around his finger. Oh, and this wasnt the incident that finally got him 'thrown' out.

2) He would be late perpetualy. He knew full well when we started (9-10am), but we had to delay until almost 1-2pm waiting for him, or start without him, which irritated him.

3) He wanted his character to be central to the plot but would not take the time nor the effort to talk to the DM. Then got angry that the DM wasnt making him the main character (Myself and someone else shared that role. Very well I might add.)

4) Eventualy started leaving early. Without announcing. Like he'd get up, and leave the house. We thought he went to the bathroom but after thirty minutes we checked and he was gone.

5) I took a turn at running a new game. Highly experimental for us as all of us (including me) were learning the rules as we played. There is a segment where the characters are in city hall looking up documents during a major emergency. Characters realize they've learned what they could and they should go investigate Strange Event. Friend says he wants to stay behind and keep looking. They failed to convince him to come, with him citing "I'm not a combat character!" (Which was BS, he has held his own in fights). So, a combat ensues amongst the other characters and a monster. Meanwhile Friend is still at City Hall.

This game's combat system is complex. On top of that, we're still learning. Friend meanwhile is prodding me while I'm running the combat asking to know what else he's learned. I have nothing for him and after enough of me trying to get him to realize I will get to him later, I say there's nothing more you can find. He then wants to get into the fight, but I explain to him there's no way for him to get there in a reasonable amount of time (game's rounds are based on 1second tics rather then 6 sec rounds and he's a long ways away).

He then gets into a snit and is quiet for the rest of the fight. When we are done and the party is taking a breather, I turn to him and ask him what he does now. He says he goes to the nearby Police Barricade. He then lets himself get sent into a safe bunker with civilians. He then starts shooting, men, women, children, and guards until they finally kill him.

He never came back after that citing various poor reasons. The group and I agreed he would never, ever come to play again and I was mortified. If it wasnt for the fact that the group adored the previous person I invited (GF), I'd be up a creek without a paddle.
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: wordgirl on July 30, 2009, 01:08:26 PM
Talamarie, I think I remember Debbie and Dave, and whoa, you're right, they were awful.

I grew up in a resort area and my parents had a big house (not fancy, but they built an addition to it to accommodate all the kids they had. :D) So we had a never-ending stream of visitors. The general MO among one side of the family was not to say "Is there a time when it would be convenient for me to visit you?" but "We're coming X through Y dates." In retrospect, my parents probably did have a problem with it ..... but they never really said no.

However, one family of cousins did finally end up getting banned. Of all the relatives, they were most prone to show up with very little notice, and acted with great inconsideration (scattering towels, never cleaning up, etc.) They ate as if it were going out of style and would eat ANYTHING in the fridge, without asking. They also expected my parents to put the three of us girls in one bedroom, leaving two bedrooms and a bathroom free for their exclusive use. (Yes, they actually said this - typically, adult visitors got a bedroom and visiting kids got "salted" in amongst the other children. They did not like that arrangement and said so.)

On BadCousins' last fateful visit, I was probably 14 and my youngest brother was around 7. They had three kids, the oldest of whom was 5 or 6, the youngest a toddler but still in diapers. I don't remember all the details, but I do remember:

*Because of the short notice, my mom (who was a WAHM) had commitments that took her out of the house, including some volunteer work with a summer program that my middle brother and sister were enrolled in. BadCousinMom took offense to this the first day and said so. My mom stayed home the next day ... and BadCousinMom promptly took off to go shopping, leaving Mom to watch her three (horribly behaved) children.

The next day Mom had to go volunteer again. BadCousinMom was very put out and snappy. And after an hour, she just left - that's right, went off and left her three small children with a 14-year-old. I think my youngest brother might have been there as well. I was experienced in watching children, but not this many, and the kids I usually babysat knew they were required to obey me. No such thing with these kids. :(

Things got so out of control that I called my paternal grandmother (who lived about 15 minutes away) to come help. When my mom came home (she got home before BadCousinMom) she went ballistic. And when BadCousinMom got home, it was made absolutely clear: They were never to darken our door again. Mom could handle the ongoing abuse of her hospitality, but not such a flagrant safety violation.
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Post by: Animala on July 30, 2009, 01:08:42 PM
Let's see- there was a guy who was banned from my house just for who he was.  The X (an abusive one) who was my husband at the time had a very bad habit of spending bill money on motorcycle parts.  He would buy things and then when whatever was just about to be turned off he would sell stuff to pay the bill.  It was really not fun.  On one of these occasion he brought a man to our house to buy some stuff and after the guy left X explained who he was.  I was so furious I didn't see straight for days and had a few revelations about our relationship. Turns out the guy he had over was a very high profile child molester (and more disgusting if you can imagine) who was out on bail while he was appealing.


This next one seems like so little in comparison, but through church I had gotten myself kind of stuck with a leech.  She would take, take, take and complain all the while.  I had been trying to distance myself for some time, but there was an *emergency* and this lady was on bed rest and the kid just had to be taken some where.  I dreaded it as her daughter was a miniature of her.  Criticized everything.  I had no idea what I was in for.  She went into overdrive after we got to my house (to stop and get something I think) and was handing out straight up insults.  That was the straw that broke the camel's back.  Shortly after that I got a pick up truck which sadly only carried one other person besides me and my son and I stopped taking her calls.
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Post by: Emmy on July 30, 2009, 01:10:49 PM
My DH had a hometown...not friend, exactly, but somebody he hung out with when they were kids. Pal was visiting our part of the country doing research for his novel and asked if he could stay with us for a few days. He also requested a ride to a nearby town, which was fine with DH.

Pal was a less than desirable houseguest. He broke our towel rack (and pointed out how cheap it must be to break that easily). He informed DH that he'd never make a living in the career he'd chosen. He mocked me openly for not knowing the specific years a particular English king was on the throne. He deemed my cooking "pedestrian but surprisingly edible." He suggested I try a new brand of makeup, as the dark circles under my eyes were disturbing.

Bad enough. But when it (finally!) came time for him to leave, DH got set to drive him to the town he'd specified. Pal then got a smug little grin and admitted that he did need to go to a place with that name, but it was the one four hours away (rather than 20 minutes). DH had clarified at the beginning of all this which town Pal had meant, and Pal acknowledged that he knew he had told DH the closer one.

His reasoning? "I knew that after three days of having me in your house, you'd be willing to drive all night to get rid of me." At least he got that right.


 :o :o
 I think that your DH should have dropped him off at the nearest bus station

 Bolded statemennt is just too funny

Actually, DH just took him to the town they'd originally agreed upon and told Pal he was on his own from there.  :)

When I read the story, I was hoping your DH did not drive him 4 hours.  I'm glad to hear he did not.  :)
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: Elle on July 30, 2009, 01:15:57 PM
My family were almost one of those guests.

DSister and I would have been in our early teens. We were going to CO to stay with a college buddy (CB) of my Dad's and his family (pregnant wife and five year old kid). Well wife had her baby a week before we were to leave. Mom told my dad to cancel the trip because we were not going to be imposing on a brand new mom. Dad called CB, CB said "no, come over. Everything is fine!" - I do not know if CB cleared it with his wife (but I suspect not). So we go to CB's house. (We were going to be out of the house skiing every day, so there never was a plan for us to do anything more than join them for dinner and sleep)

Well Mom loaded our family luggage up with onesies, cloth diapers, baby books, presents for the five year old and we stopped at a grocery store on the way there and picked up enough food for a large army. So we would wake up at the crack of dawn and make breakfast (we brought loads of bagels, english muffins, and other instant-ready foods so we wouldn't wake anyone up). Then we'd go ski. Come back for dinner, my mom cooked, Dad cleaned, and Sis and I played with the five year old. By the time we left (four days later) the house was sparkling, the freezer was full of casseroles and lasagnas, and I had read "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" about fifty gajillion times.

We are allowed to go back, but it was a near thing on that first day I'm sure.
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Post by: Mina on July 30, 2009, 01:17:49 PM
BG:  My dad comes from a European culture in which it's customary to open your home to any and all extended family members (and let your adult kids live with you indefinitely).  My mom does not.

Story: When I was about 4 or 5 years old, right before Christmas, the doorbell rings.  It's my dad's brother's estranged wife and her two teenage daughters.  They've just flown in from European country, and they've come to stay in our 1000-square foot apartment with us.  They didn't think to call in advance to make sure we had other plans, or even wait for us to invite them over.  Anyway, two of them slept in a full-size bed in my playroom-turned-the-guestroom, and the third slept on the couch.  My parents footed their food, transportation, and entertainment expenses entirely.  They ended up staying three weeks.  

My dad's brother - the wife and father of the guests in question - also lived nearby at that time, in an apartment by himself, but of course they couldn't stay there....

And we've had many other visits from my dad's European family over the years, but while my parents still choose to take care of their lodging, food, transportation, and entertainment expenses, at least the rest have announced their visit in advance (though pretty much all of them have invited themselves over).

To be fair, we have flown to European country a few times in the last twenty years, and we have stayed in the spare farm home of one of my dad's sisters.  However, we rent our own car, buy our own food, and foot our own entertainment expenses, so we try to pose as little inconvenience to others as possible.  And we have waited to be invited; we don't just invite ourselves over.



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Post by: hermanne on July 30, 2009, 01:22:11 PM
I had just moved into my very first apartment and I really liked it. No one had ever lived in it and I spent a lot of time decorating it and everything. I was quite pleased. Then, I invited this guy I was friends with at the time over and he brought a couple of friends who were visiting him. These guys were the type who thought they were so cool that everyone should just be overjoyed to be in their presence. They came in my apartment and wandered around eating my food and telling stupid stories. Then, one of them walked over to my bookshelf, grabbed my leather Bible that my Mom had got me (which was pretty expensive, not to mention, it was a *Bible*). He took it, held it up in the air, and said "This is what we think of Bibles!" and ripped it up right in front of me! My mouth dropped open and I was speechless! The guy that I had invited over, then said, "Uh, we better get going," and I said "Yeah, I think so." Man, that still makes me angry to think about it.

My jaw actually, truly dropped reading this story. I can't believe anyone would come into someone's home and rip up a book, let alone a religious book. Wow.

Me too! :o (http://bestsmileys.com/eek/7.gif)
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Post by: MrsO on July 30, 2009, 01:24:20 PM
No horrific guest stories of my own, I'm just enjoyhing reading other people's.  :)
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Post by: Ms_Cellany on July 30, 2009, 01:26:27 PM
Elle,

Will your mom come visit me for a few days?
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Post by: Skygazer on July 30, 2009, 01:28:45 PM
These stories really brought home the incalculable importance and value of bluntness, a stiff spine and the unwillingness to let others dump on you.
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Post by: Mina on July 30, 2009, 01:32:46 PM
These stories really brought home the incalculable importance and value of bluntness, a stiff spine and the unwillingness to let others dump on you.

Yeah, I agree.  In the story I posted above, my mom didn't want to start arguments with my dad over his family, because it's very important to my dad to be a good host to his relatives.

I'm moving into my own place over the weekend - it's 2 bedroom, but 1 bedroom will be my office.  No guest room there.  I won't be accepting surprise guests or people who invite themselves over, period.  If I invite someone over, I will get a folding bed or something and store it in the closet afterwards.
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Post by: drivenbonkers on July 30, 2009, 01:44:01 PM
I have a large garden, with many different kinds of plants. When I have a surplus of plants, I am willing to share with almost everyone.... However some people take it a bit too far.....

One afternoon, one of DH's co-worker's dropped by with his wife and their 2 (unruly, rude) children.

I was showing her (and the kids)the garden.  As I was telling her about the 'cobweb' hens'n'chicks and how the winter and the deer had been very hard on them, what was once a 2 foot by 6 foot patch was now a 1foot square patch, and I had NONE to share, she was greedily grabbing handfuls of them out of the ground.  I just looked at her, shocked,.........  her remark, 'well, they're already out of the ground so I'm not putting them back!'  

I cut the tour short, and we joined up with our DH's out back.  My DH started yipping at me about how I SHOULD give her a pot to hold her handfulls of plants I had given her.....

She's never been invited back by me.  However, she and her DH dropped in when I was not home earlier this summer.... and YES she managed to steal from my garden AGAIN.  

DH now understands that she is the ONLY person NOT allowed near my garden.

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Post by: supotco on July 30, 2009, 01:47:34 PM
Ah yes.
The guest who took it upon herself to reprogramme my water heater and move my pictures around, followed by (while I was in the shower) taking all my books off the shelves and reorganising them.

To make matters worse, she told one of our mutual friends (who did not believe her, having been over herself) that my house was so dirty I should be reported to environmental health.

She tried to invite herself over a while later, and I asked her why she wanted to stay considering that she clearly believed my house to be a hotbed of death and disease. That email was never answered.

We speak occasionally, but I have not seen her in six months and am not in a hurry to amend this situation.
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Post by: wordgirl on July 30, 2009, 01:49:06 PM
Elle,

Will your mom come visit me for a few days?
Me next!! :D
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Post by: arnadelecour on July 30, 2009, 02:06:14 PM
Elle,

Will your mom come visit me for a few days?
Me next!! :D

Same here!!!! October sounds good to me LOL!
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Post by: nalapuppy on July 30, 2009, 02:21:03 PM
Some of these stories makes me nervous about having guests....

I've been lucky, all the guest that have stayed have been wonderful!
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Post by: Team HoundMom on July 30, 2009, 02:22:16 PM
Not rude, not bad, just funny:

When I was very little my mom "adopted" a Vietnamese family - they were called "boat people", this was the late 1970's - and they were visiting our house. 

Apparently when our 25lb cat mosey-ed into the room the little boy's eyes grew wide and he said, "In Vietnam we EAT cats!"  My dad said, "Wellll, here in Canada we don't."

I can only imagine the feast that little guy saw in his mind's eye.  :P
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Post by: Twik on July 30, 2009, 02:25:10 PM
Not rude, not bad, just funny:

When I was very little my mom "adopted" a Vietnamese family - they were called "boat people", this was the late 1970's - and they were visiting our house. 

Apparently when our 25lb cat mosey-ed into the room the little boy's eyes grew wide and he said, "In Vietnam we EAT cats!"  My dad said, "Wellll, here in Canada we don't."

I can only imagine the feast that little guy saw in his mind's eye.  :P

That's hysterical. As long as he didn't, you know, try it out....
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Post by: SkyTalon on July 30, 2009, 02:34:51 PM
Not rude, not bad, just funny:

When I was very little my mom "adopted" a Vietnamese family - they were called "boat people", this was the late 1970's - and they were visiting our house. 

Apparently when our 25lb cat mosey-ed into the room the little boy's eyes grew wide and he said, "In Vietnam we EAT cats!"  My dad said, "Wellll, here in Canada we don't."

I can only imagine the feast that little guy saw in his mind's eye.  :P


Hello? Animal shelter? I'd like to order take out...

That's hysterical. As long as he didn't, you know, try it out....
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Post by: Harriet Jones on July 30, 2009, 02:36:17 PM
DH's mom has disinvited us -- I have no idea what we've done though, other than existing.  All the rest of the family we've stayed with have invited us back, so we can't be super horrible guests.  :-\
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Post by: ginlyn32 on July 30, 2009, 02:41:56 PM
My mom can be a bad guest. The thing is, she forgets that my house is NOT a 4-star hotel. I do not enjoy being ordered around like a servant.

She also forgets that we are currently a one income household. I cannot afford to go out shopping all the time, buy all the groceries and go out to eat.

DH and I have decided that when we go up there at Thanksgiving, we are staying in a hotel. Yes, we will have to drive 15-20 miles out of the way, but I am looking forward to it. That way, when she starts getting on my nerves I can say it's time to go.

ginlyn
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Post by: KitFox on July 30, 2009, 02:50:49 PM
Posting for updates! Wow, these are some amazing (horrifying?) stories.
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Post by: rhirhi on July 30, 2009, 03:08:36 PM
I have two or so...

(1) One of my brothers is in the Navy. He was here on leave this past Christmas but months before hand was calling around to everyone to see if they had extra room for his 17y/o gf (he was 20 at the time). He was hoping (not so secretly) that someone would room both of them. He and she got here- and one of my Aunts (an amazing woman, in my opinion) let the two of them stay with her (my sister 'moved out' for the week for this) with the ONE condition that they DO NOT sleep in the same bed (in our state it's statutory rape because of the age difference).

They did not stay at the house during the night, as they went to parties every night and slept during the day. They were caught MORE THAN ONCE on my sister's bed (her fiance walked in twice- the second time he dumped water on them...not nice, but they didn't do it again). And he left early from his own going away party (oh MAN was Mom upset...he'd been gone for about 18? months before he got a chance to come home) He and GF broke up, BTW...and no one is looking forward to housing him next time- we've got the hotels all checked out and priced for him.

(2) The 'friends' (I've posted about before) of DH came over and were annoying pains...we haven't heard back from them since DH told them he quit drinking...I hate that now he knows the real reason everyone 'liked' him.

I've got more, but my brain doesn't want to word them properly...suffice to say, DH was the one in the wrong in a few.
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Post by: DaDancingPsych on July 30, 2009, 03:15:03 PM
A friend of mine was hosting another party that she was known for. These parties were sometimes large, sometimes slightly crazy, but never anything that the cops would worry about!   >:D

Anyways, my friend Tim (mutual friend of mine and the hostess) decided that he was going to invite four of his buddies to the party. He had introduced these guys to me and one of them (Dave) took a liking to me... I was quick to recognize that Dave was not my type. I managed to get away from Dave and mingle with other people at the party including my friend Jimmy. Jimmy was a swell guy, but just a friend. (Maybe the fact that he "wasn't into women" had something to do with the lack of romantic connection between us.) Apparently, Dave thought that Jimmy was trying to get with me, so Dave in his brilliance punched Jimmy!!! No questions. Just punched and claimed that I was his?!? The lovely hostess quickly excused Dave and the other three out. Tim was no longer allowed to invite extra guests.

Poor Jimmy had a lovely shiner as a parting gift. Luckily, he had a good sense of fashion and found a way to make it work for him... I've never seen anyone with so many pairs of sun glasses!!!
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Post by: Giggity on July 30, 2009, 03:18:48 PM
If I recall correctly, she did say that I needed to baby proof the house. Uh, not if my son was a month old! :)

Yeah, because we've all seen the havoc and devastation those month-old terrors can wreak.  >:D

Sheesh. Sometimes, one must shake one's head.
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Post by: Safety Hazzard on July 30, 2009, 03:21:47 PM
+1
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Post by: The703 on July 30, 2009, 03:23:29 PM
My mom can be a bad guest. The thing is, she forgets that my house is NOT a 4-star hotel. I do not enjoy being ordered around like a servant.
She also forgets that we are currently a one income household. I cannot afford to go out shopping all the time, buy all the groceries and go out to eat.

DH and I have decided that when we go up there at Thanksgiving, we are staying in a hotel. Yes, we will have to drive 15-20 miles out of the way, but I am looking forward to it. That way, when she starts getting on my nerves I can say it's time to go.

ginlyn


I think you and I are long lost sisters. This is my mom to a T. It's not that she can be a bad guest she is a TERRIBLE guest. We are both from IN....HMMMM..... ;D
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Post by: caranfin on July 30, 2009, 03:24:58 PM
If I recall correctly, she did say that I needed to baby proof the house. Uh, not if my son was a month old! :)

Yeah, because we've all seen the havoc and devastation those month-old terrors can wreak.  >:D

Sheesh. Sometimes, one must shake one's head.

Oh, come on. You're holding your month-old baby, he has a fork in his hand, and suddenly you trip and boom! That fork is plunged right into the electrical outlet. Happens all the time.
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Post by: whiterose on July 30, 2009, 03:33:20 PM
This is tame compared to some of the other stories.

Back in 2002, a friend of mine called me to tell me that she was coming to stay with me for her spring break. I gave her the benefit of the doubt assuming that she had told me before and I had forgotten about it- things were VERY stressful and hectic back then. She was coming from my hometown a little over an hour away, and being dropped off by somebody else (and then picked up afterwards). Hopefully she DID mention it to me and I forgot about it and it was not just improptu.

Since I was working full time, she would just stay inside my apartment doing homework and watching TV, and then we would go out in the evening.

Apparently she wanted to get into contact with two of her old teachers. So she was calling them from MY phone. And thus not allowing me to go online- I had dial-up back then, since DSL was not super common. One day she took half an hour speaking to one and I had to tell her to cut it out.

When she left, as her thank you, she left me some Chef Boyardee stuff that was not to my tastes, rather than asking. OK, so this was more clueless than anything. But I ended up donating them to the homeless shelter.

I got the chicken pox not too long afterwards. My family claims she gave it to me- but I have no way to prove that, and she never mentioned it.

When she emailed me a couple years afterwards to let me know she had graduated, I never replied. This was the last straw in her several mooching incidents. And my brother disliked her because she did not like animals at all.
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Post by: Bexx27 on July 30, 2009, 03:49:25 PM
1) When I was 16 or so, I had a sleepover with maybe 3-4 people. One of the invitees, T, was somewhat "troubled" and had an unusual habit: she would call random men out of the phone book. She was not making crank calls to them, just wanted to chat with (male) strangers. Probably had something to do with her having an absent father, but IANAP (I am not a psychologist). Sometimes they would indulge her. That night, after we had gone to sleep (around 3am), T took the white pages and the phone and shut herself in the guest room. She apparently called a random number and when a woman answered, she asked to speak to "John" or whatever the male name was in the phone book. The woman asked who she was and she replied, "this is his mistress." John got on the phone and chewed her out.

At about 5am the phone rang and I picked it up to hear some random man yelling about his pregnant wife and demanding to speak to my parents. I told him he had the wrong number and hung up...then realized that T was giggling and got the story out of her. He called back again later and my dad answered. I tried to explain, but John insisted that he recognized my voice and knew I had made the phone call. T would not admit to my parents that it was her, and I was severely punished. (My parents didn't really believe I was the caller because I am shy and non-confrontational and it would have been totally out of character for me to do something like that...but who knows with teenagers?) Our friendship ended after that.

2) I was home from college for the summer and my brother, who was in high school, had a friend, D, over. When I got home from my BF's house, it was late at night, my parents were in bed, and DB and D had been drinking. D decided they needed to go to 7-11 and get snacks and since I didn't want them driving (I don't think it was even legal for them to drive at that time of night because they were underage), I offered to take them. When we got home, they sat on the couch and started eating nachos. After a few minutes, D threw up all over the carpet. He then proceeded to shout at me that I had made him sick (I guess from driving?) while DB cleaned up the mess.
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Post by: Information_queen on July 30, 2009, 06:47:32 PM
I've got one. I'm not sure if I've mentioned this guy before or not...but here goes.

Spring of 2007, Mom and Dad decide to move from coastal NC to Baton Rouge, to be closer to my aging grandparents, who are also not in the best of health. The actual move takes place at the end of June. Around the same time, I find out that I need one more class to graduate with my B.A. (I thought I was done). NC has a reciprocal agreement between the UNC system and the community colleges, so I took the class I needed at the local community college. In order to finish it, I had to stay with a friend for six weeks because of the length of the class. Jason (who was DF at the time, not DH) had a friend coming to visit from Florida at the same time. Jason lived on base in the barracks at the time.

Because Jason's friend can't get on base (he arrived before Jason got off work) Jason arranged to send him over to my house...where we are loading up a moving van. I go out to meet him, and invite him inside to chat while I clean. I happened to be vacuuming my bedroom at the time. First thing he does is try to close the door! I don't know how other people feel, but I find it highly inappropriate to try to be alone with a member of the opposite gender whom you have only met 5 minutes ago. Stopped that in its tracks and got my brother to come hang out in there while I finished.

By the time we had finished (and to give him credit, he did pitch in to help), Jason still wasn't off work. Most of my stuff that I needed was already at my friend's house, so I called her mother and asked if she minded if I came over to take a shower, since we [me, Jason, friend] had planned to go out. And if it was ok to bring the friend. She said fine, so we headed over there. Friend has been slightly inappropriate and somewhat socially awkward up to this point, but nothing heinous.

It was already an awkward situation, so I showered as quickly as possible and went back out to the living room, where we all talked while waiting for Jason. I found out later that he had taken the nerf gun and started shooting the discs. At my friend's mother's chest. And at the dog, *after* being told not to. When confronted with this later, his response was 'I didn't mean anything so she shouldn't be offended.' Mama Teri later said she spent the whole 10 minutes fervently wishing for me to take a really really fast shower.

When Jason got there, we, plus my friend, went out to dinner. Now, we're all in our early twenties, and we're goofing off at the restaurant, not in a disruptive sort of way, but just having fun. I certainly don't recall us being too loud (if we were, I beg forgiveness as I hadn't yet discovered Ehell I don't think). Now, with this group of friends (me, my friend, Jason, and his best friend, not this guy, and not there at the time) we had a running joke going involving same-gender s3xual innuendos. It was all in good fun, and nobody took it seriously, and it stayed PG-13. Not with this guy. He started taking it way too far, making very very crude statements and gestures that were downright offensive.

After dinner, we headed over to the base to see about getting him a temporary pass. On the way in, he took his cigarette lighter and held it up to Jason's ear *while Jason was driving*. While Jason was in the office, he took his phone out and tried to get me and my friend to make out so he could record it. Then he started taking pictures down the front of my shirt!

After that we went back to my friend's house and played board games with her parents. Jason's friend continued to make crude and inappropriate remarks.

After they left, I found out what went on while I was in the shower that afternoon (the stuff I mentioned before) and I was informed that he was *not*, under any circumstances, welcome back in the house. And to please not invite my friend along with us the next evening. Fine by me! He creeped me out.

Thankfully, I've only seen him once since then, when he showed up unannounced at Jason's parents' house while I was visiting. He then proceeded to monopolize our afternoon (we were long-distance at the time and this was my last afternoon before I had to go home) and ogle my cleavage across the table at lunch. And then ask if Jason would ask if he could spend the night so he wouldn't have to pay for a hotel.

Needless to say, they're not friends anymore.
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Post by: SisJackson on July 30, 2009, 07:34:14 PM
I was reading some of these stories to my DH and he said, "Speaking of rude guests, do you remember the 'Smiths'?"  The Smiths were a family (husband, wife, 11yo daughter) that DH knew before he met me and they came out to visit from the midwest when we were first engaged and had just moved in together.

They arrived with an extra child in tow (a cousin about the daughter's age, whom they had neglected to mention they would be bringing) and while I was at work, asked if I would be willing to sleep on the sofa so that the girls wouldn't see their hosts "living in sin".  The girls broke DH's Gameboy (and then hid it; he found it several weeks later) and got into my closet and tried on a bunch of my shoes without asking.  They complained about the food we served (too frou-frou, where are the mashed potatoes?) and the quality of the linens ("I guess people always put the cheap sheets on the guest bed, don't they?") and the fact that they had to drive their own car whenever the lot of us went anywhere.  (Six people wouldn't fit into a single car, and we balked at DH and I "limousining" them about in our two vehicles, which is what they originally proposed.)

I later learned that DH paid for nearly everything for them while they were in town, including meals, a trip to the science museum, movie rentals, and piles of requested snack food for the girls.  They did take DH out for dinner one night, when I had a late shift.  DH asked if they would push the restaurant meal out until the next day so that I could join the group, but they said no.  When they left, the guest areas were a disaster area, including wet towels mildewing on the floor in the bathroom and half-eaten junk food in the bedroom where the two girls had stayed.

A few years later they phoned and asked if we'd like to host them for a few days again.  Mysteriously, we were much too busy to receive guests that summer.
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Post by: shygirl on July 30, 2009, 07:36:46 PM
DH has a friend, who I think I've posted about before.  He's rude, loud, disrespectful, misinformed about a lot of topics, and generally unpleasant.  I put up with him for a few years, even though after every meeting I liked him less and less.  The last straw for me was last year, when DH invited him (I'll call him D) and another friend to watch the Superbowl at our condo.  The Superbowl ends pretty late for us, since we're on the East Coast.  But D wouldn't leave, and when the other friend made motions to go home, D would convince him not to go.  It was starting to get really late, like after midnight, and then they all got into an extremely loud discussion.  Actually, they were all yelling.  I waited for DH to tell his friends to keep it down, but he didn't, so finally I had to.  D actually argued with me, saying that our neighbors wouldn't mind.  Um, actually, they probably do, and in fact, I also minded.  Then D told me to go to bed, he wouldn't mind.  Excuse me, I am NOT your child.  Because in DH's culture, it's apparently rude to tell guests that it's time to go home, I didn't.  But, I was giving DH evil glares, and DH at least told his friends that they couldn't be yelling anymore.  I had made the mistake of mentioning earlier that I didn't have to go to work the next day, so apparently D felt that meant he could stay at our house as long as he wanted.  Whenever I yawned, or tried to subtly imply that he should leave, he said "but you don't have to work tomorrow, so what's the big deal?"

Finally, sometime after 2am, D and the other friend got up to leave.  I told DH that D was NEVER going to be invited to our place again.  DH tried to defend his friend a little, but even he admitted that he wished he would have left earlier.  And to DH's credit, he's never invited D over to our place again.  

Unfortunately, this past weekend, D showed up uninvited at our place.  DH was throwing me a bday party (turned 30!), and invited between 15-20 people.  Somehow, word got out that there was a party at our place, and over 30 people must have showed up.  Most of the people who showed were fine, except for D.  Of course.  The party had winded down around 11pm, except for a few close friends.  I should mention that most of the people invited were DH's friends, so from the same cultural background as DH.  (All my family and friends live in a different state, so that's why this party was mostly DH's friends.)  Anyway, around 2am, the only people left were D, and the same friend from the Superbowl party (I'll call him Ted.)  This time Ted was here with his wife and 2 year old kid.  Ted's wife had been asking for them to go home for a while, but Ted wanted to stay longer.  And D was also telling Ted to have just one more, every time.  Ted was easily convinced to have another one, each time.  I was getting increasing annoyed, and finally told DH that the party was over.  He said "okay, okay - just let them finish their beers".  At 3am, D asked DH if there was anything else to eat.  There wasn't, except for some uncooked meat.  So he asked DH to fire up the grill.  He also asked DH all of this in their language, so I didn't understand what they were saying.  DH was actually going to do it, but I think he clearly didn't want to.  When he got up, I asked him what he was doing and he explained what D wanted.  I said "absolutely not!  It's 3am!  We're not going to cook more food now."  I stopped short of saying that everyone needed to leave now, but they did finally leave at 3:30am.  I again told DH that D was never being invited here again, and DH wholeheartedly agreed.  
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Post by: Helisia on July 30, 2009, 08:46:28 PM
I post for updates. But just to add to the thread: this isn't my guest or my house, but it is the reason the GMs at the LARP group I go to have put a "no newbies on outdoors" rule.

We had someone invite people to LARP last week. We're a very small group, so there's about 7 players to 7 monsters on an average day. The parties must be equal-balanced in the monster's favour, otherwise there's no fun and no challenge for the player party and the monsters get pretty tired and frustrated at being a horde of zombie.

One of them showed up to an all day outdoor event in heavy rain in sandals, moaned about being unathletic (...yeah, I'm not that brilliant at sporting pursuits myself), and then quit about halfway through.

The other one turned up late to the place we meet, was using the LARPs foam weapons to hit trees, swearing nearly constantly (on a public footpath - we try very hard to be polite and move aside and be generally unoffensive, even if we are wearing rubber orc masks at the time), very, very eager to hit people, and then quit about 3/4s of the way in.

And yet they're coming back to the next one, even though one of them doesn't want to be there because she'll get hit and the other one has invited himself onto the player party because he is too awesome to monster. I'm torn between going to watch the GM erupt in fury (again) and staying out of the blast radius. Why would you do something you apparently couldn't be bothered to do the first time?
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Post by: snowball's chance on July 30, 2009, 08:59:48 PM
I thought of another story.  When I was little, my paternal uncle lived with my family for about a year.  I was so little that I only vaguely remember it.  My uncle worked at a bank during the day and was bartending at night.  I guess after bar close my uncle would decide to come home (drunk) and wake up the whole house making dinner for himself. (My 2 brothers and I were all 5 yrs old and younger)

One day my paternal grandma (grandparents lived 8 hours away in another state) called while my dad was at work, and my mom answered.  My grandma asked for my uncle, and my mom said, "He's at work"  My grandma replied, "No, he's not.  I just called there and they said he was fired 4 months ago".  My uncle had been getting up, getting dressed and pretending to go to work the whole time; my parents had no idea.
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Post by: nutraxfornerves on July 30, 2009, 09:36:56 PM
Mine is on the main site. John and Mary and Daisy and Abner (http://www.etiquettehell.com/content/eh_everyday/holidayhell/holiday_hell2006arc.shtml). scroll down to the 5th story that begins "This is a Christmas dinner story. " All typos and odd formatting are mine, not Ehelldame's.
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Post by: MasterofSquirrels on July 30, 2009, 09:49:27 PM
when i was in college i had my own apartment with a close friend.  moving day! new apartment.. the place was amazing. it was recently updated and wonderful!!!

our upstairs neighbors, Slippy and Stoney*, stopped by to greet us to the complex. because roomie's dad and mine had moved us in, we had beer. so to be good hostesses we ordered pizza and offered our beer. they went upstairs to get a movie.. as we only had a handfull unpacked.

we had about a case (not a full one..) roomie and I dont drink much, so we may have had 3 between us.. Slippy and Stoney finished the case...ate the pizza.. made fun of our movies.. our TV... our choice of books.. everything. yet they did. not. leave.

we didn't know what to do... roomie started with "well guys! it's getting late!" nothing. they didn't move. i had to tell them to get out.

then a couple of weeks later, they started yelling at us.. that we stole thier movie.  ::) we gave it back that night.. when they needed to be helped up the stairs to thier place...

*how they introduced themselves to us...
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Post by: LAT on July 30, 2009, 10:22:52 PM
Of course it's a Christmas story.

My brother Ken and his wife Barbie came over with their two children for Christmas dinner.  They also bring their dog, although they live less than 15 minutes drive from us and easily left him at home at other times.  Fine, I actually liked their dog, but it seemed odd.

They arrive with gifts for everyone... except for me, the hostess.  They even give gifts to other family members there who they normally don't give gifts to.  Needless to say, that's the last Christmas that I give them gifts.

My mom gives their kids Christmas candy and their gifts.  They open stuff downstairs.  A few minutes later the daughter comes up with Ken and they talk to my mom.  Apparently Mom had given her granddaughter a package of jelly beans, and granddaughter had just gotten braces (which Mom didn't know about).  So could she maybe get daughter something else instead, like hard candy?  It's not like it was the only gift, it was part of the Christmas candy.  Honestly.  Suck it up, Ken could eat the jelly beans and buy his kid a package of hard candy.

Barbie never helps with any aspect of cooking or cleaning up, so that wasn't surprising, and there were enough other people to help.

Of course, eventually, as any dog might in a strange house around a bunch of strangers, their dog pees and poops under the kitchen table.  Barbie is upstairs sitting and watching us prepare the meal.  She yells downstairs for her son to come clean up the dog's mess.  No response.  She yells that if someone doesn't come clean it up right now, they're all leaving.  I wonder if I could be so lucky.  But no, Ken comes upstairs and cleans it up.

Luckily we don't have much to do with that branch of the family tree anymore.
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Post by: Bratski on July 30, 2009, 10:46:29 PM
Wow, some of these stories have me shaking my head. Mine is pretty bad, but not as bad as some.

My DH has a friend named Dan*. He was a big help to DH when his dad's health was failing and was there for him when DH's dad died. Because of this DH felt like he owed him in a way. The first time Dan came over, DH and I had just started dating. Dan is a talented tattoo artist (when he isn't stoned out of his mind) and could make a good living out of it if he stopped hitting the bong, among other things. He did a tattoo on DH (which turned out very well) and wanted a place to stay for a few days as payment.

He made pot brownies while I was out shopping and ended up sleeping on the couch for almost three days. He would get up long enough to watch some TV and talk with DH, then eat some more brownies and go back to sleep. Not that I know this, but he used way too much pot in the brownies. You really shouldn't see the pot in the special brownies. He didn't shower the whole time he was here and got pretty ripe. He raided our cupboards and left dishes scattered everywhere. I found a plate with crackers and ketchup under the couch he had been sleeping on. He also had this way of looking at our stuff like he was calculating how much drugs he could get for them.

During the third day I told DH I wanted my living room back and he had to go. He apologized for being "so messed up" and only hoped that DH remembered how much he had helped him when his dad had died.

A few years later Dan shows up on our doorstep with a bike he wants to sell. He says he's clean and has a small tattoo studio going. He wants DH to buy the bike, I said no as I had my suspicions about the origins of said bike. He then asks to use our phone and computer to try and find a buyer. I have to leave at this point for an appointment and told DH that I expected him gone when I returned. He wasn't but left shortly after, well was thrown out shortly after.

In the course of Dan using our computer he gets a virus on it, changes the desktop icons and background and gives out our number to enough people that it takes almost two weeks for people to stop calling for him. He also ate all of my chips, left spit in my bath tub and smoked a lot of my cigarettes. He told me that I must be smart or something because of all of my books and that I looked pretty good in a tank top. I could feel his eyeballs feeling me up, I needed a deep scrub shower after he left trust me. He also tried to "borrow" 20$ from DH.

After the tank top comment and him thanking DH for helping him get rid of the "hot" bike, DH threw him out. He didn't realize (or want to believe) the bike was stolen and did not appreciate someone commenting on my attributes in that way.
He told Dan that while he had been a good help after his dad's death, he didn't need to keep repaying for it. A true friend wouldn't keep bringing up repayment and that DH didn't want to see him anymore.

DH has a soft heart and brings home "lost puppies", but never lets it gets so far as he did with Dan.

(Dan did end up getting picked up for the bike, one of the people he called was a relative of the owner.)
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Post by: Yarnspinner on July 30, 2009, 10:52:11 PM
One year I decided to have as many of my friends as possible to my small apartment for a grown up New Year's Party.  One of my less intelligent moves.  Usually it was me, four of my other single friends, a dinner out and an exchange of Christmas gifts.  Since I was the one with the apartment and my friends lived with their parents (still going to school or saving money to get their own place), I usually hosted.

But I thought it would be fun to have lots of people together and that all my friends could meet each other and so on.  

Not my best idea.

Of course, lots of people already had plans, so, in the end, I had the usual four single friends, Best Friend Forever, her husband, her brother...and husband's good friend who had no where to go for New Year's and really didn't want to be alone.  We will call him Boor.

We understood WHY he had nowhere to go soon after he arrived.  Everyone had made some very creative dishes, including a nifty sausage, cheese and fettucine dish, lasagna, chicken casseroles, some Indian delicacies one friend was known for and fondue in several varieties.  Plus chips, dips, cookies and all sorts of goodies.

Boor looked at the array and said "Don't you have anything GOOD to eat?  This is all girly frou-frou %hit."

He didn't like the wine.  Or the dessert.  Or the casseroles.  Or the various ethnic dishes.  

He didn't like the games we had.  He made fun of us for being librarians.  He pulled my unicorn mobile out of the ceiling and bent it in several places.  He tried to take my stereo apart.

He followed one friend into another room and told her he knew a spot on the knee that, if pressed correctly, would stimulate her sexually in one minute.  She amost decked him and left immediately.  He then concentrated his attentions on my tiny friend and wouldn't leave her alone.  Best Friend;s brother took over protecting her.  

They all stayed over and tiny friend stayed in my room with me and the door was locked from inside.  

The next morning, he was complaining about the toast, the donuts and the fact that I didn't have good coffee.  Went into the cupboards and found a packet of Swiss Miss Cocoa.  "Ah, good old Swiss Piss.  This will have to do."

Best Friend and her husband loaded him into their car.  She came back, hugged me and said "I really thought he'd be on better behavior than this...he's been complaining that he can't get a date...now I know why."  We were disappointed because we'd all planned to go to the movies together and out to dinner, but, as she said "I want to take him home before Tiny gets assaulted or you beat him to death--not that you wouldn't be justified."

Tiny and Best Friend's brother dated for several years after that, but they eventually broke up, too.

I saw Boor one more time, when Best Friend's son was christened.  He had improved a bit, but not enough to make up for his gross behavior.  Hope I never see him again!
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Post by: FunkyMunky on July 31, 2009, 02:10:43 AM

Sis and her BF were 17. BF's mother decided that she didn't like Sis, and gave BF an ultimatum - get rid of Sis, or get out. He chose Sis, and packed his gear. Since his only source of income was a government payment which was paid into his mother's bank account, ha came to stay with us 'for a week or so' until they got his money sorted out.

My father grudgingly agreed, on the condition that BF slept on an airbed on the loungeroom floor. Needless to say, he stayed longer than a week. He gradually migrated into my sister's room (with the door left open, on Dad's instruction), IIRC because it was too cold int he lounge - the only room with a heater.  ::) Eventually, the door was closed. BF never had enough money to pay board, or look for a place to rent, but he could always buy himself new clothes, and a brand new PlayStation when they first came out (About $700), and of course a dozen games. They would also make loud, insulting comments about my mother's cooking, then cook their own dinner (which is fine, except my parents were paying for the ingredients). If we sat down to watch a video as a family, they would buy microwave popcorn and eat it in the same room as us, while never offering any.

Eventually, they did move out (together), after a week or so had turned into over 2 years. BF later left Sis, being over $1000 in debt to her (he never stopped mooching), having wrecked her car, and taking many things that she'd paid for with him.
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Post by: WolfWay on July 31, 2009, 04:22:46 AM
A friend of a friend was invited to party. Apart from being a terrible bore (with no volume control) who talked over other people and insisted on winning every argument he started, as he left (with the hapless friend who invited him along in the first place) the entire party heard him declare (as he walked about the door) "Well... I guess it wasn't that bad. It wasn't as boring as I thought it was going to be". Um.. thanks? ::)
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Post by: cass2591 on July 31, 2009, 05:05:31 AM
I had a platonic friendship with a man. We were very good friends, talked on the phone frequently, met for dinner once a week and swapped tales of good times and bad, had philosophical discussions, etc. One evening he came over and we were just watching TV when he announced he was going to take his clothes off.

And he did. The more I freaked out with each piece of clothing he removed the more agitated he became. While he was not physically aggressive, in fact he didn't come near me, I nevertheless was scared that he might try to rape me. I was absolutely stunned as he had never displayed this type of behavior before. Because he was sitting between the couch and the door, I realized that in order to escape I had to leap over furniture to do so. Just as I was about to, he suddenly came out of whatever was possessing his mind and returned to his "normal" state.

I didn't even have to kick him out because he was so embarrassed he left immediately. A few weeks later I got a card from him with a sincere apology, but the damage was done as I felt I couldn't trust him. I heard later from mutual acquaintances that he was diagnosed with a psych disorder, but I never saw him again.
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Post by: MrsO on July 31, 2009, 05:36:34 AM
I had a platonic friendship with a man. We were very good friends, talked on the phone frequently, met for dinner once a week and swapped tales of good times and bad, had philosophical discussions, etc. One evening he came over and we were just watching TV when he announced he was going to take his clothes off.

And he did. The more I freaked out with each piece of clothing he removed the more agitated he became. While he was not physically aggressive, in fact he didn't come near me, I nevertheless was scared that he might try to rape me. I was absolutely stunned as he had never displayed this type of behavior before. Because he was sitting between the couch and the door, I realized that in order to escape I had to leap over furniture to do so. Just as I was about to, he suddenly came out of whatever was possessing his mind and returned to his "normal" state.

I didn't even have to kick him out because he was so embarrassed he left immediately. A few weeks later I got a card from him with a sincere apology, but the damage was done as I felt I couldn't trust him. I heard later from mutual acquaintances that he was diagnosed with a psych disorder, but I never saw him again.

That's kinda sad  :( . I can understand how why you felt threatened, though. I have no idea how I'd react to a situation like that.
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Post by: snowball's chance on July 31, 2009, 08:46:01 AM
I thought of yet another one.  I had a friend in h.s. & college "Sally" who started going out "Bob".  We had gone to h.s. with Bob, too, & even though I had never really socialized with him during h.s., I thought he was cool & was glad when they got together.  Soon found out that Bob was pretty much a psycho.

One time we were at a party, me, Sally, Bob, & another friend.  I can't remember now exactly what it was, but as we were leaving, The 4th friend decided to report to Bob that someone inside had made some insult about Bob.  So Bob goes in his trunk and takes out a liquor bottle, walks back to the house.  The house had a front porch that was pretty much a "sun porch" (all windows), & Bob breaks every porch window with the bottle.

Another time I heard through a friend that Sally & Bob were at another party and apparently the host was hitting on Sally.  Instead of being flattered, or not caring, or telling the guy to knock it off, Bob decides to get his revenge on the guy by stealing his video game.  Sally knew he did it & didn't care.

Sally & Bob are still together & have at least 2 kids together last I heard.
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Post by: whylime13 on July 31, 2009, 08:59:06 AM
In college while I was living in the dorms my roommate and I were happy to welcome just about anyone to our room while we were awake and usually the door was open.  I did have one friend who really abused that policy though.  He was known to stay for hours and really monopolize our time while he was there (with other friends I could get a little homework done while chatting, this guy had to be the center of attention).  The time that really sticks out in my mind was when he was over for 5+ hours.  After about an hour and a half of chatting myself and another friend said 'its time to go we are leaving for diner.'  My roommate had a stomach bug and was looking forward to some peace and quiet.  I was a bit surprised to walk out of the room and see that he had not followed (this actually happened a couple times, nothing like having to stick your head back in the room to say 'you have to leave now so I can lock the door') so I eventually retrieved him, he was going to go back to his room while friend and I went to the dining hall to eat.  I see him double back in the stairwell but don't have time to investigate as the dining hall is closing soon.  45 plus minutes later I get back from dinner and find him still in my room yaking my roommates ear off.  (sorry roommie) She looked really miserable.  I don't know why I didn't just kick him out then, but I suppose I thought he would get a clue that he was no longer welcome.  The conversation continues for a bit and we invite a third friend over to see if we can gross him out into leaving (I don't know why we thought this would work).  I won't go into the details of what was said, but I think it was an uncomfortable conversation for everyone but that guy, he is unflappable.  I eventually say 'you have to leave' and stated the reasons why the visit needed to be over but he still didn't get it.  So a few minutes later I stood up and said 'leave now!' and motioned toward the door but he still didn't make any motion that he was going to leave.  At that point I admit I snapped.  I shouted 'GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!' at the time I was a very meek person so this moment came as a surprise to many.  He was still talking away and not leaving so I pushed him out and locked the door.  And he stood in the hallway and talked to the door for a few minutes, it was crazy!.  For a few weeks after that we had a locked door policy and friends would call ahead to let us know they were dropping by, otherwise we would pretend to be not home for unexpected visitors.
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Post by: thebeckster on July 31, 2009, 09:43:14 AM
I don't have any stories, and hopefully am not the subject of any stories. I do, however, want the updates.
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Post by: rhirhi on July 31, 2009, 12:27:00 PM
A friend of a friend was invited to party. Apart from being a terrible bore (with no volume control) who talked over other people and insisted on winning every argument he started, as he left (with the hapless friend who invited him along in the first place) the entire party heard him declare (as he walked about the door) "Well... I guess it wasn't that bad. It wasn't as boring as I thought it was going to be". Um.. thanks? ::)

That's what DH is like when he drinks- and heaven forbid you have a conversation with someone else while he's talking! I'm so grateful he's quit.
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Post by: gibsongirl on July 31, 2009, 01:29:17 PM
I had a platonic friendship with a man. We were very good friends, talked on the phone frequently, met for dinner once a week and swapped tales of good times and bad, had philosophical discussions, etc. One evening he came over and we were just watching TV when he announced he was going to take his clothes off.

And he did. The more I freaked out with each piece of clothing he removed the more agitated he became. While he was not physically aggressive, in fact he didn't come near me, I nevertheless was scared that he might try to rape me. I was absolutely stunned as he had never displayed this type of behavior before. Because he was sitting between the couch and the door, I realized that in order to escape I had to leap over furniture to do so. Just as I was about to, he suddenly came out of whatever was possessing his mind and returned to his "normal" state.

I didn't even have to kick him out because he was so embarrassed he left immediately. A few weeks later I got a card from him with a sincere apology, but the damage was done as I felt I couldn't trust him. I heard later from mutual acquaintances that he was diagnosed with a psych disorder, but I never saw him again.

I think that if the friendship was strong enough at the time, a firm, "No, you're not, and if you start to you'll be leaving" would have been my reaction.
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Post by: mechtilde on July 31, 2009, 01:36:20 PM
I had a platonic friendship with a man. We were very good friends, talked on the phone frequently, met for dinner once a week and swapped tales of good times and bad, had philosophical discussions, etc. One evening he came over and we were just watching TV when he announced he was going to take his clothes off.

And he did. The more I freaked out with each piece of clothing he removed the more agitated he became. While he was not physically aggressive, in fact he didn't come near me, I nevertheless was scared that he might try to rape me. I was absolutely stunned as he had never displayed this type of behavior before. Because he was sitting between the couch and the door, I realized that in order to escape I had to leap over furniture to do so. Just as I was about to, he suddenly came out of whatever was possessing his mind and returned to his "normal" state.

I didn't even have to kick him out because he was so embarrassed he left immediately. A few weeks later I got a card from him with a sincere apology, but the damage was done as I felt I couldn't trust him. I heard later from mutual acquaintances that he was diagnosed with a psych disorder, but I never saw him again.

I think that if the friendship was strong enough at the time, a firm, "No, you're not, and if you start to you'll be leaving" would have been my reaction.

The problem was that he was between Cass2591 and the door so her escape route was blocked. In this case any reaction from her could have made the situation escalate, so what she did was probably the right thing. Whilst she would have been well within her rights to say it, she had to make a decision based on her own assessment of the situation.
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Post by: KitFox on July 31, 2009, 02:46:34 PM
[Moved from the Impossible Requests Thread. I have no idea how I put it in the wrong place!]

I just remembered one, from way back in the day.

My brother and had a lot of friends when we were teens, and were always bringing them over. Most of them were really good kids, but there was this one guy, let's call him Stanley, who was Brother's friend. Stanley was a misogynist. A big one, and was NOT smart enough to keep his mouth shut.
My mom was always cooking back then, and would prepare enormous feasts for all the kids in the house. It was unusual for there to be less than 10 teens around on any given Saturday. Stanley started making sexist jokes, 'harmless' ones at first. When mom and I were cooking, he came into the kitchen and said, "wow! Finally I find a couple women who know where they belong!" Mom and I looked at each other with this sort of 'did he really just say that?' look. And just to make sure we knew what he meant, he said, "you know, in the kitchen! Cooking my dinner!" Then he laughs at our expressions. "Oh, come on, can't you take a joke?" And then he walks out.
Later, during dinner, which is held rather informally as a dozen people try to cram into dine-in kitchen designed for 8 or less, he starts telling some story. I have some comment. So I try to comment, and he shushes me. As in, holds up his hand and says, "Shh! I'm still talking!" There's a general 'did that just happen?' moment, which he doesn't notice. He does this a couple times to the various females around. Then he starts telling sexist jokes. I will never forget them. The jokes were:
1. Why do women have little feet? -- So they can stand closer to the sink.
2. How does a man open a beer? -- None, the b**** should have opened it before she gave it to him.
3. Why shouldn't women be allowed to drive? -- Because there's no road between the kitchen and the bedroom.
At the first one, everyone was uncomfortable, and mom said "that's quite enough of that." Stanley either didn't hear her, or pretended not to. It's possible he didn't hear, because he was one of those kinds of people who brays like a donkey at his own jokes. After the second one, the guys are telling him to shut up (rather forcefully) and he thinks it's hilarious that he's stunned all us girls (including mom) into staring silence. He tells the last one, and my sweet mama stood up, shouted, "That's IT!" Turned to brother and said, "Get that boy out of my house!"

Obviously, Stanley never set foot in our home again.
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Post by: twinkletoes on July 31, 2009, 03:01:20 PM
OK, after reading this thread, I'm hoping *I* am not one of those guests!

My story is one I've told here a few times:

When I was in college, I had a roommate who was a really picky eater.  In the summer before our sophomore year, I invited her and her parents over to my parents' home for dinner (our parents all got along great).  Mom, knowing my roommate was so picky, asked me about the menu.  I came up with something that I thought she'd like.  Mom fixes it, roommate and her parents come over (knowing full well they were having dinner), and roommate then announces "Oh, I'm not hungry.  I had ice cream on the way in."  Never invited back, that one...
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Post by: snowball's chance on July 31, 2009, 03:05:43 PM
1. Why do women have little feet? -- So they can stand closer to the sink.
2. How does a man open a beer? -- None, the b**** should have opened it before she gave it to him.
3. Why shouldn't women be allowed to drive? -- Because there's no road between the kitchen and the bedroom.

You know, I have actually known some "men" who tell jokes like this, and as disgusting as they are . . . what teenager doesn't have enough sense not to tell dirty or off-color jokes in front of the grown-up in charge?

And good for your mom!
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Post by: lilfox on July 31, 2009, 03:14:47 PM
Mine just happened over the past week (sorry, very long).

DH had a cousin (RIP) whose oldest daughter came out to visit DH when she was looking into colleges in the area.  He didn't remember much from that visit, except that she came across as "free-spirited".  That was 8 years ago, and that side of the family doesn't really keep in touch (DH couldn't even recall which of his aunts' families this was) so I actually never heard about any of this until a few weeks ago.

Two weeks ago we got a voicemail from this girl (I'll call her CCD for cousin's crazy daughter, 26 yrs old now), saying she was flying into the area to go to a wedding in a city 3 hours away, and did we have time to meet up for dinner?  Sure, okay, DH calls her back and finds out more about her plans.  Turns out she's flying here, not the wedding city, because it's cheaper but her flight doesn't land on Thursday night til 8.  That would put dinner at 9 at the absolute earliest, which is really late for us on a worknight.  Since it also comes out that she doesn't have a hotel booked, DH offers her our guest room (after checking with me, and of course I think it's fine) and says we have plenty of food or we could order her pizza.  He gives her the street address of the house but she turns down directions (even after he said it's tricky) because she'll get them somewhere.  He also says, since we have to work tomorrow, we'll probably go to bed right after you get here (thinking 10-ish).

She calls from the airport at 9, having just landed (delayed flight), and says she'll just get herself a hotel room so as not to put us out since it'd be an hour at least before she could be at our house.  We say no, it's fine, drive safe.  DH gives her rough directions and tries to add more details, but again she says no, I'll get them somewhere.  At that point I assumed she had GPS or Google maps on her phone or something.  No such luck.  2 hours later, we call her because she hadn't shown.  DH eventually had to talk her through every last street and turn because her grand plan had been to ask the car rental agency for one of those tri-fold maps and she'd figure it out on her own (our street is so small it doesn't show up on maps like that!).  She finally shows up at midnight, fortunately not hungry because she had stopped for dinner on the way (without telling us she'd be even later, and causing us to stay up 2 hours later than we expected).

Before we went to bed, CCD offered to take us out to breakfast for our hospitality (great!), except DH can't go b/c of work.  My hours are more flexible so I say okay.  She says she's exhausted so will probably sleep in late-ish, like til 8 or so.

I got up around 7 Friday morning to discover CCD gone, and a note saying "I just went to the store, back in 20 min" but no time left on the note.  DH left for work around 9, she still hadn't come back.  She showed up about 9:30, having been gone over 3 hours (by her own admission).  We went out to breakfast, and she treated the waitstaff with this kind of overly polite but condescending attitude ("Ooh, I wanted these eggs poached, not watery, could you do that for me?  Oooh thank you, I knew you could do it!") and snapped at the cashier that "we are in a hurry here" when a) we weren't, having just chatted for 1.5 hours, and b) we were kept waiting because of a request CCD made!

The conversation was pretty entertaining for a while - she's a smart, ambitious person but most of her stories were about how people don't tend to live up to her expectations (exes, family members, etc).  And the way she handles her personal life is really at odds with my own values, so after a while it got a little tiresome to hear about various exploits.  I also discovered, since she drove us, that she's a terrible driver (subjective, of course, but it worried me to be her passenger!) and has no sense of direction.

All told, obviously not the worst visit on record - while it's rude to keep people waiting or guessing on your plans, she was really friendly, full of apologies over the late night arrival, she paid for breakfast, and heck, she's family.  So we really didn't think much of it other than yeah, I guess you could call her "free-spirited."

Well, after the wedding, she drove 10 hours to go to DH's parents' lake house to spend 3-4 days there.  She was invited after she called to find out how they were doing - my ILs are very hospitable and love having company.  They're also pretty straitlaced and well-respected in their resort-town community (they live there year-round so are well-known to most part and full-time residents).  While she was visiting there, apparently she had some confusion as to whether her return flight was out of our city or out of the city closest to the resort-town (er, who doesn't know this?).  The end result was, she was flying out of our city on a late flight, so called us up to say hey, I'll be back in town on Friday, want to meet for dinner before my red-eye flight?

We say sure.  She arrives at our house, after needing last minute step-by-step directions once again, but not too late.  Now, DH hadn't spent much time with her previously, so this time he got the full dose and then some.  Turns out, while she was at the lake house she met some cute local boys, and on her last night there she snuck out of the house to drive off with them til 5 am.  She went on and on about the one she hooked up with, not quite graphically but more details than anyone needs esp at dinner!  She also explicitly said that she snuck out so no one in the house would know, so as not to "sully" her hosts' reputation.  She also admitted to us that she committed fraud by having one of her friends back home FedEx a package of "special cigarettes" across the US/Canada border since she ran out (weirdly, the cigs are legal here and there, just hard to find and she really really needed them for the two days before she went home).

Somewhere in there she admitted that her flight wasn't a red-eye, it was actually scheduled for the next afternoon, but she had been "planning" to just show up and fly standby (well, in her words, tell them "you and I both know there are seats on that flight, so you'll let me on, right?").  But, she was soooooo tired and obviously had no hotel plans, although she weakly said she'd find a hotel near the airport, so we said it's okay, stay in our guest room again.

So she did, and was already long gone when I got up at 6 am to let the cats out.  DH and I said wow, that was altogether kind of odd, but whatever, it was probably a one-time thing and we'll likely never see her again.

Later, DH talked to his dad who said CCD actually told DH's mom and sister (who was also visiting) ALL about the hook-up guy and her other activities after all.  She also pulled quite a few disappearing acts during her time there - going shopping and returning hours after she said she would, changing plans without calling, basically treating them like a hostel rather than family and contributing nothing in terms of food or effort around the house.  After that, they have decided to disinvite her from any future stays.  Except, as soon as CCD got home, she e-mailed them to say she and her mom would like to come visit again in August at the lake house!  FIL responds, sorry but we already have company scheduled the whole time (mostly true).  CCD replies, oh, no worries, now it's just me, not mom, and I'll rent a place nearby!  See you in August!

We're taking bets to see if she just shows up "expecting" to rent on the spot (but really waiting to cash in on family hospitality again).
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Post by: Valentines Mommy on July 31, 2009, 03:31:58 PM
May I have a turn?

A little background:  Two brothers married two sisters.  One of the married couples divorces.  Now let the games begin!

Uncle Moochy was a really class act.  After the divorce, he crashed on our couch for almost a year.  He complained about my mother's cooking.  He complained about having to share a bathroom with two teenage girls.  He complained about sleeping on the couch because my mother refused to kick her son out of his room.  He complained that I got to park my car in the carport and he had to park in front of the house.  He complained that we had too many cats, that my sister and I spent too much time on the phone, and that our friends made too much noise.  

His extended stay had become quite costly, as his appetites were voracious and he never once offered to pay for food, utilities, etc.  He managed to break not one, but two couches in our family room.  This was the last straw...

Mama and Papa began to argue a lot about Uncle Moochy.  Mama was of the opinion that our family had done more than enough to help Uncle Moochy get back on his feet and wanted him gone ASAP.  Papa felt obligated to help his brother and was reluctant to kick him out.  Papa also didn't want to deal with the wrath of his mother and sisters if he turfed Uncle Moochy.

Mama told him he had a choice.  He could deal with the angry woman who had birthed his children or the angry women who's only complaint was that one of them would be Uncle Moochy's next stop.  She finally said it was uncle Moochy or his wife and children.

Dad grew a spine and kicked out Uncle Moochy.

Four years later, Papa passed away.  Uncle Moochy stopped by not to console Mama but to ask for all the stuff she wouldn't be needing now that Papa was gone.  We let Older Brother (OB) deal with Uncle Moochy.  As a result, we hardly ever seen Uncle Moochy.

We know he's alive and kicking because we occasionally get a call from a collection's agency looking for him.  ::)
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Post by: Sirius on August 01, 2009, 12:49:48 PM
I had just moved into my very first apartment and I really liked it. No one had ever lived in it and I spent a lot of time decorating it and everything. I was quite pleased. Then, I invited this guy I was friends with at the time over and he brought a couple of friends who were visiting him. These guys were the type who thought they were so cool that everyone should just be overjoyed to be in their presence. They came in my apartment and wandered around eating my food and telling stupid stories. Then, one of them walked over to my bookshelf, grabbed my leather Bible that my Mom had got me (which was pretty expensive, not to mention, it was a *Bible*). He took it, held it up in the air, and said "This is what we think of Bibles!" and ripped it up right in front of me! My mouth dropped open and I was speechless! The guy that I had invited over, then said, "Uh, we better get going," and I said "Yeah, I think so." Man, that still makes me angry to think about it.

I'd have taken his hide to small claims court, and soaked him for the limit.  We've got Bibles all over our house (I've got three and Mr. Sirius also has three, all different) and if someone borrowed one to look something up, fine.  If they wanted to criticize something in the Bible, that's okay, too; they're entitled to their opinion.  But to destroy someone else's property and right in front of them?  He'd have been lucky to get out the door without damage to himself.
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Post by: jane7166 on August 01, 2009, 03:21:52 PM
This happened several years ago.  I had just quit a job and was going to start another one in 10 days.  I had planned it that way to have a vacation since I wouldn't be eligible for vacation for a while after I took the new job.  The week I quit, we get a call:  DH's cousin "Ted" wants to visit next week.  We often had visitors so this wasn't a big deal but it was my vacation!  

Apparently Ted lost his job and his dad thought, since DH and I both had good jobs, we could use our considerable influence to get Ted a job.  Huh?  We had technical jobs not management and had no influence on who got hired anywhere. Even DH's parents said, don't let Ted stay with you!  I thought it would be for a few days and the guy would be out job-hunting anyhow.

Well, he was a total trial.  All the food I made wasn't good enough.  Any restaurant I took him to was a dump.  He wouldn't look for a job.  He stuck like a leech.  He would talk on and on and on about the stupidest subjects, like how one of the books on my book shelf offended him - it was Working by Studs Terkel.  

He left a pan on the stove burning.  I shut it off, cleaned the pan, put it away, all while he's talking, talking, talking, and, then, when we're in the car, 20 minutes away, he says, "I think I left a pan on the stove."  

We told him he could only smoke in the bathroom or outside.  That lasted about 1 day.  

I told him we were having other visitors on the weekend and we didn't have enough room for him to stay.  This was true but I was also trying to get rid of him.  He said he would move out to a hotel for the weekend and then move back in and would enjoy meeting our guests and hanging out with all of us.  If that happened, we would probably lose these friends.  

I called up DH and said, all right, my week is ruined and he's not staying past Friday. He's got to go.  DH agreed.  I told Ted that he wasn't looking for a job, we can't get him a job and he would have to go because my job started next week and I wasn't going to have guests while DH and I were both gone during the day.

He left.  Not happy.  I know the guy has mental problems but his dad was rich and we were not and that was my lost week.  

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Post by: FunkyMunky on August 04, 2009, 02:49:30 AM

ooh, I just remembered another one. Gate-crashin' Cousin (GC), so named because of the story that got him featured on the main site - he turned up invited to a wedding with another guest who hadn't RSVP'd, complained loudly about everything, and the only thing he said the bride all day was "my name was spelled wrong on my placecard". Considering his same has a few random vowels and silent letters, they did they best they could with zero notice.

Well, GC was coming to OurState to attend an entertainment convention (for pleasure, not business). FMIL and FFIL offered him the use of their guest room while he was here. He accepted. He ate constantly, and did not bring his own food nor offer to replace that which he ate (including half of a cake that was in the fridge). He either did not bathe or did not change his clothes. After deliberating giving him clean towels, suggesting that if he had forgotten deodorant or soap there was some in the guest bathroom, FMIL snapped. He came home wet (caught in the rain), so she basically shoved him into the bathroom and confiscated his clothes so she could wash them.

When he wasn't at the convention, he spent all of his time on FFIL's computer, exiting the office only to eat, and basically ignoring any attempts at conversation anyone made. The day he was scheduled to leave, he accepted FFIL's offer of a lift to the train station later that day. While FFIL was doing something out the back, GC grabbed his bags and left, without saying a word. FFIL was worried, since GC hadn't said he was leaving, so he called GC's mobile and was told, "Oh, it's all good" and was hung up on.

GC never thanked them for their hospitality. After he left, they had to have their computer fixed because he'd been viewing some very disturbing japanese scrabble sites and got a bunch of viruses onto the computer. The room he stayed in was left completely filthy and sour-smelling, and there was food in and under the bed. GC is not welcome back there.
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Post by: aiki on August 06, 2009, 12:26:33 AM
Here's one

At university I was an active member of a long running "Fun Activity" club, and after I finished uni and moved to MyCity I stayed in touch with the club in general and many of the friends I had made there. One of my acquaintances from the club - let's call him Loopy, who was someone I knew but wasn't especially close to,  e-mailed me and asked whether he and Bob (who I hadn't met before) could stay at my place while attending Fun Activity Event in MyCity. I cleared it with my flatmates, and said fine.

Come the first night of Fun Activity Event weekend, and Loopy turns up with Bob and Jim in tow. This is the first I'd ever heard of Jim. I raised an eyebrow and made apologetic noises in private to my flatmates, but didn't say anything to Loopy at that point.
The second evening of Fun Activity Event weekend, and Loopy turns up again with Bob, Jim and Barbie, and lo and behold, Barbie is carrying her bags. She wanders through my house with her nose in the air, and doesn't even say "Hello" much less introduces herself and asks whether I mind if she stays too.

I am very much Not Happy. Scratch that. I am furious. I request that she joins me on the outside where I said "Hi. My name is S..... I live here. Who the h... are you?" Not very polite I know, but I think she gets the point pretty quickly, as the attitude disappears and is replaced by something close to abject terror. Out pours a tale of woe about her original accommodation plans falling through when someone's parents returned unexpectedly and having nowhere to stay the night. Loopy had told her that it would be fine for her to stay at my place, but hadn't thought to run it by me first, but he hadn't thought to, I dunno, drop me a txt about it or anything. I'm still not happy, but I'm not going to kick her out on the street. I tell her not to take Loopy's word about this sort of thing, and to have some money or a credit card on hand for emergency youth hostel accommodation in the future.

A little later I corner Loopy in the kitchen (in front of one flatmate) and ask him how many people were going to be sleeping on my lounge floor that night, and whether he was going to ever ask me if it was ok? He shrugs his shoulders and  - get this - grunts at me (anger level goes to incandescent), and tries to sidle past (Nuh-uh not going to happen). I point out that I was deciding whether or not to kick him out on his rear and that grunts weren't going to cut it. I also point out that if he had asked it would have been fine, but that just assuming was Very Much Not On, especially since I have flatmates to be considerate of. Cue grovelling apologies, at last.

I didn't kick him out, but he won't be welcome back. I must have been fearsome because flatmate later remarked that she never wanted me to get mad at her.
Bob and Jim - lovely guys, very polite and didn't really deserve to get caught up in this, and Barbie was OK too, once I'd reminded her that actually greeting her hostess was a good idea. 

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Post by: missmolly on August 06, 2009, 02:21:37 AM
Not mine, but my neighbour Sally lived in BigCity, while her brother Andy lived in SmallTown.
BG: Andy had gone through a messy divorce and was seeing a lot of women just for the sake of avoiding lonliness. One of these women was Cassie, who Sally had met once before. Andy and his kids have often stayed with Sally on previous trips to BigCity, when Andy is required to visit for work.

Andy brings down Cassie and two of her younger kids to stay in BigCity with Sally while he worked. Cassie and her kids complained loudly about Sally's cooking, the kids spent hours on the computer and downloaded heaps of things without permission, Cassie would often leave the kids in Sally's care without a word for hours on end. Worse still, when she saw Sally pour herself a well-earned glass of wine, she not-so-discreetly told Andy she wasn't too comfortable staying in the house with an alcoholic! Mind you, she can't have minded too much, seeing as she left the kids for eight hours with Sally the next day.
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Post by: lilfox on August 12, 2009, 05:52:12 PM
Little update on CCD (cousin's crazy daughter) from my long-winded earlier post:

Turns out that in her e-mail to my FIL, she not only mentioned renting a place at the lake, but renting a boat as well.  And that she would invite my DH to stay with her on the boat.  Yeah.  There was also a story about her bringing a dead frog with her on her 8 hour car trip and 'embalming' it in front of my nephews.   :-X

My ILs haven't had the best luck with extended family visiting their place this summer.  The week after CCD left, my BIL's brother and his family came to stay.  Along with their daughter's persistent (known to them but undisclosed to the hosts and other guests) headlice problem.  Daughter was required to sleep in a tent outside on the lawn (very protected area, nights were plenty warm enough).  My SIL was stuck on lice removal duty since previous treatments hadn't worked (and the parents weren't too bothered by it anyway), and she was NOT going to risk having her nephews catch it.  The jury's still out as to whether they'll get invited back.
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Post by: M-theory on August 12, 2009, 08:27:43 PM
Turns out that in her e-mail to my FIL, she not only mentioned renting a place at the lake, but renting a boat as well.  And that she would invite my DH to stay with her on the boat.  Yeah.  There was also a story about her bringing a dead frog with her on her 8 hour car trip and 'embalming' it in front of my nephews.   :-X

Wow. She sounds genuinely mentally ill to me, or getting there fast.
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Post by: Azrail on August 12, 2009, 10:28:57 PM
When I first moved to my hubby's hometown I had two 'friends', to use the term loosely, (Pam and Kelly) visit me the night of the AFL grand final. It was supposed to be a visit, but it came out during the visit that they actually wanted to go out partying in my town if our home team won, and then crash in our spare bedroom.

Hubby and I were planning on having a few quiet drinks that evening to celebrate the teams win, and then turn in early as i had work at 6:45am the next morning. Pam and Kelly whined and moaned until I agreed to go dancing with them at the local club, but I made sure they knew that hubby and I would only be staying an hour, tops.

That hour was the hour from hell. Pam downed at least 11 Jager Bombs and got so disgustingly drunk people still talk about it today. She was stumbling around, making a total fool of herself, hanging off hubby's friend trying to put the moves on him (with his GF standing right there) and just being obnoxious. I tried to get her to sit, she wouldn't. I tried to get hr to leave with me, she definately wasn't having any of that.

I ended up giving Kelly the spare key to our place and leaving with hubby. We went home, crawled into bed and fell asleep. A couple of hours later, we woke up to someone leaning on the doorbell. When we opened the door, Kelly dragged Pam into the house, dumped her into the shower fully clothed, turned on the cold water, and then walked out of the house and into the waiting car to continue her partying. To Be continued...
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Post by: Azrail on August 12, 2009, 10:32:18 PM
So I ended up having to undress Pam, who had vomit all over her, dry her off, then drag her to bed and try to dress her (She wouldn't let me). I tried to give her coffee but she wouldn't take it. I put a bucket near her, turned off the light and went to bed. I told hubby that if there was vomit on the bedsheets the next morning he was to make Pam wash them.

I went to work the next morning and came home to find them gone. I never invited them over, and cut off all contact with them soon after, for this and various other reasons.
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Post by: Animala on August 12, 2009, 11:00:26 PM
Azrail- That is awesomely bad.
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Post by: Azrail on August 13, 2009, 07:06:29 AM
Tell me about it!
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Post by: Aeris on August 13, 2009, 09:15:51 AM
Last summer Cloud and I threw a big house/apt party. There was a fair bit of alcohol, we made specialty drinks, I baked, we had a chocolate fondue going, I made devilled eggs, etc. In other words, while it was a big raucous party, it was not a college frat party with a keg.

My very good friend was dating this guy Matt, that a bunch of our circle had gone to high school with. He'd only become a part of our circle again in the past year or so, and a lot because he was dating my friend.

The first time I met Matt was 9 years ago, when I was in college. It was 3 am, we were at a corner pizza shop eating 'after partying pizza' on the UWS, sitting by the plate glass windows on the side of the shop, and someone said "hey look, it's Matt". I turned to look through the window across the street, and see a body hurtling through space. He is running, from across the street. He LEAPS at the window, and turns his body so his side hits the window. A cascading of shattered glass and a second later, he is in a heap on the sidewalk. We are in shock. Fortunately for us, the window was double paned, and only the outer one broke. We swore in 3 languages to the shop owner that we were not 'with him', and left as the cops arrived. We didn't see him again for a few more years.

When he showed up on the scene again, I thought he'd matured a bit. Thing is, he has a massive massive drinking problem. He's a totally nice guy when sober.

So anyway, he comes to this party. He's acting like a bit of a jerk, but no biggie, UNTIL, late in the party, there's only maybe 15-20 people left, he stands at one corner of the dining area and waves people out of the way of the dining area. I think he's going to show off ballroom dancing skills, or something equally bizarre, by the way he's standing. Once he has everyone out of his way, he RUNS (at top speed, in a NYC apartment) across the 5-7 feet of the dining area, uses our bench as a springboard, and LEAPS over our glass coffee table (laden completely with glass, ceramic, a burning fondue pot, etc) and into the couch on the other side (which yes, is completely full of people). His foot slams into the side of the coffee table - the only thing that prevented breakage was that the impact ran through the wrought iron frame. If his foot had hit two inches toward the center of the table, we all would have spent the next several hours in ER.

There was DEAD SILENCE. He had this silly grin on his face that slowly faded. I truly think he expected to have fratboylike applause for his stunt. I had to walk into the kitchen, in silence, because I was shaking with anger. No one said a word. I returned and gave him the fiercest verbal smackdown I had ever delivered. I wish I had kicked him out right there, but I didn't, because I knew my friend would leave too.

After the party, we found out that he had also drunkenly thrown an empty jack daniels bottle off our roof, as well as at least 1 empty beer bottle (a lot of people were hanging out on the fire escape and the roof, and were APPALLED at his behavior, and reported to us the next day).

We sat him down a few days later and told him that he was not allowed back in our home, and would not be invited to the wedding, because we couldn't trust him around our parents/grandparents/coworkers/etc. We also told him that it had become painfully obvious he had a drinking problem, and he needed to get help. He felt just terrible about the things he done while dead drunk, and didn't remember all of them. But this happened all the time - he still made the choice to drink, and to drink to excess, over and over and over.

We never had to really test it though (although I promise, I would have stood by all of that), because a month or so later, my friend found out he was cheating on her with multiple women and lying to her about his finances, and she kicked him out. Haven't talked to him since.

Fun times.
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Post by: Tsaiko on August 13, 2009, 09:44:59 AM
I have no stories to contribute to this thread, but I saw this story in the NYTimes today and thought of it:

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/13/garden/13guest.html?hpw
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Post by: 2littlemonkeys on August 13, 2009, 10:02:23 AM
Good grief, some of these are awful!

Mine isn't nearly as good (bad?) but I'll share anyway.

Many years ago, members of my family planned to visit me for a weekend to see the sights.  One of my family members had a friend she worked with in a seasonal job and everyone was heading home to start school.  He was from another state but had missed his flight.  So the next plan was for him to come home with her so he could catch a train.  He was supposed to take a train from my FM's hometown station and connect in my hometown station to the train he ultimately needed.  But since they were all coming to visit me, they called and asked right before they left if it would be okay if he just tagged along and catch his train here at the end of the weekend.  I love to entertain and I'm a "The more, the merrier!" type person, so I said that would be just fine.  (cue ominous music...)

They all arrived.  I asked everyone if they'd like anything to eat/drink and listed off the stuff that I had.  He asked me for a specific drink and a specific brand of snack that I did not have.  I explained that I didn't have it but I did have this, this and this (reasonable substitutes - for example, I had Lays potato chips, he wanted Pringles.).  Nope, that wasn't what he wanted.  HE wanted specific drink and specific brand of snack. My FM told him that there was a store just down the block, she would go with him if he really wanted to get them.  Apparently, this was an appalling suggestion.  Unless I was willing to give him money to make the purchase.  He was a guest, after all, and I should be providing the hospitality.

He spent the rest of the night pouting about it, making PA remarks about how he always made sure he had the specific sort of food/drink his guests liked.

This trip was a sight seeing trip for my family and he spent pretty much the whole weekend complaining about it (my FM bought all of his tickets, just for the record.  He didn't have to put out a single dime.)  Normally, if a family member doesn't want to do a certain activity, they're more than welcome to hang out at my house.  But since I didn't know this guy from Adam, he wasn't going to be left at my house all by his lonesome.  We kept asking him if there was something he wanted to do but he couldn't ever come up with anything.  On the last day, he finally came up with an idea.  Unfortunately, it was about an hour before his train left and there was no way we could have gotten there and back with any time to actually see anything.  Of course, he complained about that too.  

Now, when someone has hosted me for a weekend, I (at the very least) thank them verbally for their hospitality.  Not that I was holding my breath, but I didn't even get that from him.  He said goodbye to FM and got on the train, not saying a word to anyone else.  Fortunately, my FM was pretty fed up with his behavior too, so I'll never have to worry about inviting him back.
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Post by: gmama on August 13, 2009, 10:07:34 AM
About 8 years ago DH and I were newly married and were in his hometown visiting his relatives.  I guess DH was still excited about having our own place in BigCity and casually mentioned to a bunch of cousins that they could stay with us if they were ever over.  Secretly I was cringing but didn't say anything because I didn't think anyone would ever take us up on his offer.

Cue DH's cousin Andy.  Andy phoned us up about a few months later saying he was going to be in BigCity for a work thing and could he stay with us a few days.  We said no problem.  While he wasn't as bad as some of the other guests I've read about in this thread, a few of the things he did were:

1. found my $$ ceramic knife that I'd hidden in a cupboard and proceeded to use it.  Since he didn't know (and didn't ask) that you have to use it on a soft surface like plastic or wood, he used it on our granite countertop and put a big chip in it and NEVER TOLD US.  We found out about it the next time I had to use the knife.  >:(

2. Slept in our spare room which was technically our computer room so he knew we'd need access to it.  But he would leave his dirty underwear on the floor right underneath the computer chair  :P

3. Also broke a bowl that he was trying to remove from a top shelf.

4. slept in late all the time.  As in till 11 or 12pm! 

DH learned his lesson and was a lot more circumspect about whom he extended invitations to from then on.
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Post by: snowball's chance on August 13, 2009, 10:15:05 AM
He spent the rest of the night pouting about it, making PA remarks about how he always made sure he had the specific sort of food/drink his guests liked.

Oh, really??  Even guests he doesn't know and wasn't expecting? 
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Post by: 2littlemonkeys on August 13, 2009, 11:05:36 AM
He spent the rest of the night pouting about it, making PA remarks about how he always made sure he had the specific sort of food/drink his guests liked.

Oh, really??  Even guests he doesn't know and wasn't expecting? 

Apparently, he has the gift of clairvoyance, LOL  I do not have this gift.  Unfortunately for him.
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Post by: FunkyMunky on August 14, 2009, 08:38:05 AM
He spent the rest of the night pouting about it, making PA remarks about how he always made sure he had the specific sort of food/drink his guests liked.

"Funny, I always make sure to be gracious about the hospitality I'm offered."
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Post by: redsfan on August 14, 2009, 10:09:41 AM
My roommate in college had her mother come for the weekend.  I asked where her mom was staying, and she didn't answer.  I came home on Friday night to find her mom- in My bed.  Asleep.  I spent the weekend on my RAs floor. 

I've grown a backbone since then. 
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Post by: penguinpants on October 16, 2009, 09:08:12 PM
FSIL was stressed, and wanted to hang with us for the better part of a week.  I wasn't thrilled about the timing (midterms on campus, lots of paperwork), but was happy to have her come visit, and reworked my schedule a bit. 

Day One, put away more beer than 2 guys and me combined (she drank an entire 18-pack, and finished off what the guys and I didn't from our 18).  Not too bad on the behavior -- stopped just short of picking a fight.

Day Two, drank an 18, a pitcher of margaritas, and untold beers at the bar.  Behaved very indecently toward a male friend of ours.  Wanted to go to a strip club late at night.  Picked a fight with DF.  Repeated the same conversation, roughly 6 times in an hor.

Day Three, drank 30 beers.  Picked fights with everyone.  Tried to leave the house to wake up a single dad at 3 a.m. to "party."  Finally passed out.

Day Four: Wake-and-bake.  All doors open and unlocked, television blaring, curling irons smoking and about to catch on fire.  Our closets are trashed because she rooted through them for the beer we'd hidden from her.  She's passed out.  Again.  We wake her up, after agreeing on a plan, and tell her she needs to get out.  "If we loved her, we wouldn't have boundaries."  Rolled her eyes at us when we expressed our concern for the cat (open doors issue), everyone's safety (the almost-fire), the stress this was all causing us, etc.  Lots of screaming, cursing, intentional mess-making, things getting broken and slammed around.  She stole several lighters from us (just to be petty).  Finally got her out of there, only to discover that she'd vomited all over the bathroom, and that vomit chunks were also present in the kitchen. 

I went on a cleaning binge that nobody can top, I kid you not.

To clarify, I didn't condone the drinking -- I wasn't even aware of how much she was drinking.  DF and I had a talk about that.  And I didn't really socialize with them much because her behavior was migraine-inducing, and I had work to do.  He has since come around on many issues, and agrees that she will not set foot in the house, nor will I willingly place myself in her presence.

And she will never be invited back. 
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Post by: Animala on October 16, 2009, 09:56:45 PM
Wow!  FSIL needs an intervention.
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Post by: Azrail on October 17, 2009, 12:06:36 AM
Penguinpants, wow! 18 beers! I didn't even know that was physically possible! Where does it all go? (at least until it comes back up?)
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Post by: rhirhi on October 17, 2009, 12:36:10 AM
Penguinpants, wow! 18 beers! I didn't even know that was physically possible! Where does it all go? (at least until it comes back up?)

Back in his day (more than 5years ago, as that's when I came romantically into the picture), DH played this game called 'Circle of Death'. All I really know is that it's a drinking game, and he'd put back at LEAST 20-25beers in less than 2 hours, plus hard liquor. Granted, he usually funded his own drinking and then some. Without puking. Granted, his secret was not legal unless you have glaucoma and are in Cali.

Trust me, I have NO IDEA how he made it to 23 (the age he was when we started dating) after hearing some of his stories.
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Post by: penguinpants on October 17, 2009, 07:43:44 AM
What she consumed on Saturday hit at least 30, once DF put everything together.  They'd gone to a local festival after she'd downed a considerable amount at our home, and a few of our friends joined them.  Each shared the consumption numbers they'd noted.  I think that's why Sunday went so very badly -- at 4 a.m., when she went to sleep, there's no way that just a few hours of sleep would have processed all of that beer.  And then waking up and drinking more?  I think it was 4 more, maybe only 3.  I'd luckily hid most of her stash under the bed, but she found a few bottles in the closet.  We were at Mass for an hour and a half, which is all it took for her to get that screwy.  I only found out how much she'd had the day before when we were about to leave for Mass, which is when I scurried around and began hiding things.

As for intervention, their parents have been trying for years, but they've also been enabling her quite a bit.  I have no idea if she'll ever be able to make it out of the pit she's created (and been helped with).  FMIL and FFIL don't want her at the wedding next month -- they said that they wouldn't be able to keep a leash on her in a different city, with open bar (even at a 3-hour reception, it will get bad, as we've seen), and that they'd rather enjoy witnessing our wedding without worrying about her all of the time.  DF agreed, and I said, "hrm, o.k., then," and went along with it.  Secretly relieved, and all of that -- she was so verbally abusive to me and to DF, and so abusive of our house, hospitality, friends, and time, that I'm looking forward to never seeing her again.
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Post by: emeraldsage85 on October 17, 2009, 05:15:35 PM
My brother got married in August. Since our family is quite large and so is SIL's, the guest list got a little bit out of hand and the wedding ended up being larger than they'd originally planned for.

SIL's mother asked if she could bring her new boyfriend. SIL said it was okay, as long as it was just him, because they were trying to keep the guest list from exploding. Then her father announced his intention to bring his new girlfriend, her four children, and all of their children (it would have been seventeen people total). SIL put her foot down and told him that he could bring his girlfriend but that would be it since neither her or my brother know any of the girlfriend's children and grandchildren.

Come the day of the wedding SIL's mother brought her new boyfriend. He brought his six-year-old daughter who was not invited and did not clear it with anyone first.

Her father's girlfriend brought two of her daughters.These two women proceded to get rip-roaring drunk and were dirty dancing together. If that weren't enough, they started to make out on the dance floor! My mother's side of the family is quite conservative and were staring, shocked, at their behaviour.

Luckily, the rest of the wedding went well and everyone had a great time.
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Post by: Diane AKA Traska on October 17, 2009, 08:48:34 PM
This is one I've only ever told verbally.

BG: My mother was good friends with Anna.  She was a fixture as I grew up, to the point where I thought of her as an aunt.  Anna had two daughters, Vera and Tina.  I was good friends with both of them (but felt closer to Tina.)  Anna had always been... troubled.  (I didn't learn this until much later, to my chagrin.)  My mother left my father before I was 10, and we moved out of BigCity to SmallSuburb.  We spent a few years away, then eventually came back to BigCity.  End BG

So, I was 15.  Mother and I were living in a small apartment, but enjoying being on our own.  One day, Anna comes to visit with Tina.  Mother wasn't home, but I tell her that Mother will be back soon, so she and Tina can wait.  Like I said, they're like family.

She goes to use the bathroom, and I'm hanging out with Tina, and after a few minutes, we hear kind of a whimpering sound coming from the bathroom.  We couldn't figure out what it was, so Tina went to check on her mom.  And.  Freaked.  Out.  It turns out (long story short as this can be disturbing) that Anna was in the process of overdosing.  (She was, um, still in bodily possession of drug paraphernalia without using her hands... that's as delicate as I can get and still paint the picture).

So.  We have an adult passed out in the bathroom.  We have one 15 year old crying like there's no tomorrow.  And we have another 15 year old who just had a bomb dropped on them.  Thankfully, in a crisis my head stays straight and I call 911.  Cue a third degree call (yes, I know you have to know what she was "doing", but if the 15 year old on the phone tells you they don't know just send the freaking ambulance already!), and me trying simultaneously to explain to the dispatcher what I've found, and trying to comfort Tina (who was a very dear friend in addition to being like family).

Cut to Mother getting home.  By then, all of this was over (Anna and Tina were at the hospital, I was not allowed to ride with them or I would have to help Tina.)  I explain to her exactly what had happened, and Mother.  Was.  FURIOUS.  Part of her, I now believe, was furious with herself for putting us in the position of dealing with this, but largely she was furious with Anna for doing that when the only people there were a pair of teenagers.

Even though I saw Tina a few more times, that was the last time I ever saw Anna.

Footnote:  Writing this story made me Google Anna.  (She had a fairly unusual surname).  Turns out she died a few years ago.  So yes, that was literally the last time I ever saw her.
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Post by: skbenny on October 17, 2009, 09:09:26 PM
I can't think of a good story, I just want updates.
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Post by: Nurvingiel on October 17, 2009, 11:16:24 PM
Traska, that was the saddest story ever. I hope Tina (and Vera) were okay. :(
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Post by: Rosgrana on October 17, 2009, 11:49:40 PM
Not really that bad in comparison to others, but the repercussions lasted years. Here goes:

My Grandparents. Visited one summer when Big Sister and I were about seven and four, and took us out for the day. I ran away and hid, hurt and confused, after GF "humorously" addressed BS and me respectively as "Beauty" and "The Beast". (Oh, ha-ha-ha. Yes, I was an ugly child. Yes, I knew it. But I was four. And I wasn't stupid, either - he meant it.) When I came out, he smacked me several times, and considered the matter closed. I wept in torrents, BS wept in sympathy, and my parents naturally inquired when we returned from our jolly outing red and dripping, with an atmosphere you could cut with a hacksaw.

GF refused to explain, GM pretended not to know, and BS told the tale between sniffs. My parents went quietly ballistic. They read the GPs the Riot Act, and asked for their promise that they would never hit us again, which GF refused to give. He was The PatriarchTM, and would discipline any and all of his subordinates as he pleased! My parents went inter-continental thermo-nuclear ballistic, and the visit was abruptly curtailed.

The GPs were invited back, ("Faaaamileeeee!") or rather allowed to invite themselves back (The PatriarchTM does not require an invitation, y'know... ::) ) but they were never left alone with us again, and my parents made darn sure they were clear on why.
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Post by: Josiepug on October 19, 2009, 10:35:58 AM
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Her father's girlfriend brought two of her daughters.These two women proceded to get rip-roaring drunk and were dirty dancing together. If that weren't enough, they started to make out on the dance floor! My mother's side of the family is quite conservative and were staring, shocked, at their behaviour.

Um, I'm not sure that any family, conservative or not, would be pleased at witnessing two sisters making out on the dance floor. I love my sister, but um, not that way.
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Post by: Starchasm on October 19, 2009, 11:37:58 AM
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Her father's girlfriend brought two of her daughters.These two women proceded to get rip-roaring drunk and were dirty dancing together. If that weren't enough, they started to make out on the dance floor! My mother's side of the family is quite conservative and were staring, shocked, at their behaviour.

Um, I'm not sure that any family, conservative or not, would be pleased at witnessing two sisters making out on the dance floor. I love my sister, but um, not that way.

OOooo I totally read that wrong.  I thought it was the Mother and the Step-mother.  Wow.  That takes it to a new level.

Pure class right there.
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Post by: Winterlight on October 19, 2009, 01:08:27 PM
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Her father's girlfriend brought two of her daughters.These two women proceded to get rip-roaring drunk and were dirty dancing together. If that weren't enough, they started to make out on the dance floor! My mother's side of the family is quite conservative and were staring, shocked, at their behaviour.

Um, I'm not sure that any family, conservative or not, would be pleased at witnessing two sisters making out on the dance floor. I love my sister, but um, not that way.

OOooo I totally read that wrong.  I thought it was the Mother and the Step-mother.  Wow.  That takes it to a new level.

Pure class right there.

That was how I read it too. *cringes*
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Post by: NamŠriŽ on October 19, 2009, 03:44:38 PM
Really really really hoping one was actually a daughter-in-law. Because otherwise.... ugh.
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Post by: shhh its me on October 19, 2009, 03:55:32 PM
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Her father's girlfriend brought two of her daughters.These two women proceded to get rip-roaring drunk and were dirty dancing together. If that weren't enough, they started to make out on the dance floor! My mother's side of the family is quite conservative and were staring, shocked, at their behaviour.

Um, I'm not sure that any family, conservative or not, would be pleased at witnessing two sisters making out on the dance floor. I love my sister, but um, not that way.

OOooo I totally read that wrong.  I thought it was the Mother and the Step-mother.  Wow.  That takes it to a new level.

Pure class right there.

That was how I read it too. *cringes*

I read Gf and ex wife hoping it didn't mean the sisters,but am still not sure.
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Post by: TinyVulgarUnicorn on October 19, 2009, 04:28:49 PM
     Ugh...I just remembered our rude guest stories that happened to my family a few years ago.  My dad's best friend from Minnesota decided that he wanted to come to San Diego for his vacation, but neglected to tell us that his wife, daughter, son-in-law and their two children would be coming to visit also.  My dad, thinking that it was only his best friend coming to visit him, offered to pick him up from the airport, show him around town and let him stay at our house.  Imagine our shock when not one, but SIX people came traipsing into our small three bedroom house....    :o
    DF and I had to call his parents and beg to sleep at their house because they took over our room without asking.  This family never offered to help around the house with the messes they caused, my dad's best friend continually insulted my mother and I because we were "nothing but women" and the children were generally misbehaving and getting into my stuff without permission (sprayed my expensive perfume everywhere, took my books off the shelf and bent them).  My mother and I kept our peace until the daughter absentmindedly opened one of our pet tarantula's cages and didn't close the lid therefore letting a semi-poisonous tarantula (Indian Ornamental Tarantula) loose in our garage after we had told her NOT to open any of the cages and not to mess with our pets!   >:(     

     Another rude guest was my dad's sister who came to stay with us as she was going to be the bone marrow donor for my dad's bone marrow transplant.  We were incredibly thankful that she was willing to do this for my dad and we paid for everything so that she could come here and donate, but she was definitely a handful.  She continually told my father that we weren't taking care of him properly because we weren't feeding him healthy organic food (at this point we were lucky he ate anything...) and we were going to "kill him" if we didn't send him to the Mayo Clinic. 
     Also, she called me a rude, ungrateful and selfish person for keeping my cats in the house when I should get rid of them despite the fact that I had had these cats for years and we took all necessary precautions for my dad's health.  She stayed in my room, but while she was in my room she burnt sage so my room smelled for weeks and when she left I discovered that she had stolen a few of my books.  After she left we found out from another aunt that she continually bad-mouthed my mom and I and told his family that we were the reason that he died...   >:( :o :( >:( :-\ :'( :o >:( :(
     
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Post by: JonGirl on October 20, 2009, 12:52:35 AM
     Ugh...I just remembered our rude guest stories that happened to my family a few years ago.  My dad's best friend from Minnesota decided that he wanted to come to San Diego for his vacation, but neglected to tell us that his wife, daughter, son-in-law and their two children would be coming to visit also.  My dad, thinking that it was only his best friend coming to visit him, offered to pick him up from the airport, show him around town and let him stay at our house.  Imagine our shock when not one, but SIX people came traipsing into our small three bedroom house....    :o
    DF and I had to call his parents and beg to sleep at their house because they took over our room without asking.  This family never offered to help around the house with the messes they caused, my dad's best friend continually insulted my mother and I because we were "nothing but women" and the children were generally misbehaving and getting into my stuff without permission (sprayed my expensive perfume everywhere, took my books off the shelf and bent them).  My mother and I kept our peace until the daughter absentmindedly opened one of our pet tarantula's cages and didn't close the lid therefore letting a semi-poisonous tarantula (Indian Ornamental Tarantula) loose in our garage after we had told her NOT to open any of the cages and not to mess with our pets!   >:(     

    Another rude guest was my dad's sister who came to stay with us as she was going to be the bone marrow donor for my dad's bone marrow transplant.  We were incredibly thankful that she was willing to do this for my dad and we paid for everything so that she could come here and donate, but she was definitely a handful.  She continually told my father that we weren't taking care of him properly because we weren't feeding him healthy organic food (at this point we were lucky he ate anything...) and we were going to "kill him" if we didn't send him to the Mayo Clinic. 
     Also, she called me a rude, ungrateful and selfish person for keeping my cats in the house when I should get rid of them despite the fact that I had had these cats for years and we took all necessary precautions for my dad's health.  She stayed in my room, but while she was in my room she burnt sage so my room smelled for weeks and when she left I discovered that she had stolen a few of my books.  After she left we found out from another aunt that she continually bad-mouthed my mom and I and told his family that we were the reason that he died...   >:( :o :( >:( :-\ :'( :o >:( :(
     
No rude stories by me yet but... :o >:( :o >:( :'( I don't know what to say about that but :o
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Post by: Bijou on October 20, 2009, 08:21:57 AM
I have six children.  This happened when they were all very small.  My bil's fiance came to visit me one evening while my then husband was out of town.  I got the kids to bed and she and I sat and visited, drinking coffee.  Ten o clock came around and she was still there.  I was tired from dealing with a large family all day and I was hoping she would be leaving soon.  Then it was midnight and she was still there.  I kept hoping, getting more tired by the minute.  The it was 2am and she was still there.  I could hardly keep my head up, but continued visiting with her, trying to be a good hostess.  Then three o'clock came with her still there talking a mile a minute.  Finally, around 4am, she said she guessed she should be going.   I was so grateful I just wanted to kiss her!  Well, not really, but I was never so glad to see a guest depart. 
I don't know why I didn't just say something.  I guess I was raised to be polite to a fault.  It was memorable and I never had her back over, again.  I wonder if she ever thinks about that and says about herself, "What a dope!"
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Post by: magdalena on October 20, 2009, 09:06:33 AM
When my BF (now DH) was staying with me for 6 months one year - we lived in different countries and it was his chance to get to know my home country and culture - a friend of his visited us.

First, we spent a few days with my parents, and while he was a bit awkward, there was nothing special to report. He's always a little awkward socially but a great friend and my parents saw through the awkwardness and liked him a lot.

Then the time came for us three to head off to my little student appartment. It was just after Christmas and I'd been home a few weeks, which meant there was no food in the appartment. Mom gave us leftovers to take with us - both guys were right there, watching and even picking things they'd especially liked.
A 3-hour-drive later, we got to my Uni town, we did some sight seeing and everything was dandy.
We got home, I warmed up the leftovers, thinking I'd probably taken too much, as we were going out for dinner the day after but decided I could freeze the rest for myself.
False alarm. I went to bed hungry that night. Before I could even really get to the table - I did tell them to start while I was still heating up things - almost everything was gone and my BF had hardly eaten a thing either.
Friend ate four plates of turkey stirfry and two plates of carrot-rice casserole.

That evening, as we were staying in my tiny student appartment, I was the first to disappear into the bathroom with my pajamas, get ready and changed. My BF was the next. I believe he even said something in the tune of: "Ok, off I go to change, I guess you don't care to see my hairy butt, Friend" as he gathered up his stuff. While BF was in the bathroom, Friend and I were talking, both relaxing on our beds (well, his "bed" was an air matress). All of a sudden, he took off his sweater and folds it neatly. I thought nothing of it.
He then took off his jeans and folded them neatly.
And his t-shirt.
By that time I was starting to get a little frazzled.
When he took off his boxershorts while lying down, I was too shocked to say a thing. I just looked the other way and hoped it'd be over soon.
He kept chatting and when my BF got back into the room he was in his pajamas.

I told my BF what had happened and he had a private talk with Friend and made sure he'd only change in the bathroom from then on.

ETA: wow, thanks rashea for letting me know  :-[
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Post by: RebeccainGA on October 20, 2009, 01:08:35 PM
I had one of these, too. A friend from a web site I'd frequented for years, she was vouched for by mutual friends as a really nice girl, and someone they'd have stay with them in a pinch, too. She was needing a place to stay for about three weeks while moving cross country (Seattle area to Florida).

First, she was very, very picky and particular. She was Buddhist, which wasn't an issue for me (friend who is also Buddhist and from Seattle area had JUST left two months before, after a wonderful four month stay with me) and vegetarian. These things are only important because she 1) had to have a completely vegetarian space in the fridge/completely vegetarian dishes and pans/completely vegetarian utensils (nothing I'd ever heard of - was as strict as kosher!) and 2) had to chant for two hours a day, in a completely silent house. I wasn't supposed to talk, watch TV, listen to music, or do anything that made any noise while this went on... in my own house!

She also had issues with hygiene. She wore dreadlocks, which she didn't care for properly and they stunk (this is unnecessary - dreads don't have to smell). She also didn't use deodorant, bathe more than once a week, wear shoes unless necessary and then only sandals, wash her feet off after wearing sandals all day, or do dishes or laundry. She also didn't like buying her own groceries, but could complain loudly if I didn't bring home enough for her, too.

Those were the longest three weeks of my life. I was SO glad to see her go - I had to air the place out for three days and wash everything fabric in the guest room, including curtains and spare blankets in the closet. Yuk!
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Post by: Bijou on October 20, 2009, 01:27:00 PM
I had one of these, too. A friend from a web site I'd frequented for years, she was vouched for by mutual friends as a really nice girl, and someone they'd have stay with them in a pinch, too. She was needing a place to stay for about three weeks while moving cross country (Seattle area to Florida).

First, she was very, very picky and particular. She was Buddhist, which wasn't an issue for me (friend who is also Buddhist and from Seattle area had JUST left two months before, after a wonderful four month stay with me) and vegetarian. These things are only important because she 1) had to have a completely vegetarian space in the fridge/completely vegetarian dishes and pans/completely vegetarian utensils (nothing I'd ever heard of - was as strict as kosher!) and 2) had to chant for two hours a day, in a completely silent house. I wasn't supposed to talk, watch TV, listen to music, or do anything that made any noise while this went on... in my own house!

She also had issues with hygiene. She wore dreadlocks, which she didn't care for properly and they stunk (this is unnecessary - dreads don't have to smell). She also didn't use deodorant, bathe more than once a week, wear shoes unless necessary and then only sandals, wash her feet off after wearing sandals all day, or do dishes or laundry. She also didn't like buying her own groceries, but could complain loudly if I didn't bring home enough for her, too.

Those were the longest three weeks of my life. I was SO glad to see her go - I had to air the place out for three days and wash everything fabric in the guest room, including curtains and spare blankets in the closet. Yuk!
At what point could you have said, "This isn't working out.  I will accomodate a guest within reasonable expectations, however, you have exceeded those.  These are MY house rules for the rest of your stay." (and then lay them out).
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Post by: jpcher on October 20, 2009, 07:26:51 PM
One of my BFFs from HS, so I gave her a lot of leeway because I knew her for 20ish years ::) . . . these stories take place when we were both in our 30s. (There are many other "small" incidents, but these "take-the-cake" and are the reason I did the cold-cut.)

"Lori" was a major party animal. Needed to socialize.

Story #1 -- The night DD#1 and I came home from the hospital after her birth. LDH, DD#1 and I were just settling in. There was an unexpected knock on the door. It was Lori. "I just came over to celebrate!" Nosing past me through the door while I was saying "Now is not a good time" Lori: "I'll only stay a minute!" as she pulled out her bottle of rum. ::)

Long story short, and yes, there were a lot of things I could have done, but she ended up staying for 3+ hours . . . I went to bed after asking her to leave many times . . . Sorry! LDH! :-* He later told me that she.just.would.not.leave. Short of turning off the lights and going to bed himself, he said he did everything he could think of to get rid of her.


Story #2 -- LDH and I were entertaining a couple (LDH's co-worker and his wife) for dinner and an enjoyable evening. After dinner, the phone rings. It's Lori, all in tears because she was "stood up" for a date that she had planned for that evening, wanting to know if she could come over. (I went to the other room and talked to her in hushed tones.)

Me: Lori, we have guests.
Lori: Oh! You're having a party? Can I come over?
Me: No, It's not a "party" these are work people.
Lori: So . . . what? I'm not good enough for your "work people?"
Me: We're just having a quiet evening . . . nobody else is invited.
Lori: I just feel so lonely right now! (sob!) I could really use a friend!
Me: Well, were going to be playing "game" . . .
Lori: I love that game! I'll be over in a bit (hangs up.) :o

She shows up at the door, sits down at the table ("game" that we are playing is one that doesn't have teams and if you come into "game" late, you're behind, but you can still play.) After a bit of politeness, Lori starts making comments such as "This game s*cks." "I got stood up tonight, how do you like them apples?" "Can't we play something else?"

Long story short (HA! :D), I took her to another room and said "Lori, you're ruining my evening. Please leave." She left in a huff stating "Some friend you are! I got stood up tonight!"


Lori had been my friend for a long time. There were times when she really was "there for me." But, along with the many other small incidents, I was at the end of my rope. Stories 1-2-3 took place over 2+ years.


Story #3, the Deal Breaker -- DD#2 was 3 months old. LDH was out of town on a business trip.

Thursday, Daycare called me at work stating that there is a problem with DD#2. I ended up taking DD#2 to the emergency room. She was diagnosed with RVS. I made arrangements with SIL to pick up DD#1 and take care of her through the weekend. I spent Thursday night at the hospital with DD#2.

DD#2 was released late Friday afternoon. I was given instructions and a therapist was going to come to our home with a breathing apparatus, show me how to use it, explain warning signs, etc.

The phone rings. I pick up and it's Lori (this was before caller ID.)

Lori: Let's PARTY!
Me: Um, Lori . . . explain what's going on, DD#2 being severely ill, therapist coming over, blah, blah, blah.
Lori: Oh! I'm so sorry! Can I come over and help you! Give you hugs! You poor thing!
Me (actually needing hugs at this point): Sure, come on over, but understand that this is what's going on.

Later, after therapist came and went, I left the front door open so that Lori could just walk in. I was sitting on the living room floor with DD#2 in my arms, lights dim and soft soothing classical music playing.

Lori came in, changed the stereo station, turned the volume up and announced "I'm here to cheer you up! Look!! She's sleeping! Can't you get a babysitter so that we could go out and party?"

What happened after that is definitely not e-hell approved.

But it was a long time in coming.

And, No. I've never talked to Lori again after that night.
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Post by: missmolly on October 20, 2009, 08:08:18 PM
One of my BFFs from HS, so I gave her a lot of leeway because I knew her for 20ish years ::) . . . these stories take place when we were both in our 30s. (There are many other "small" incidents, but these "take-the-cake" and are the reason I did the cold-cut.)

"Lori" was a major party animal. Needed to socialize.

Story #1 -- The night DD#1 and I came home from the hospital after her birth. LDH, DD#1 and I were just settling in. There was an unexpected knock on the door. It was Lori. "I just came over to celebrate!" Nosing past me through the door while I was saying "Now is not a good time" Lori: "I'll only stay a minute!" as she pulled out her bottle of rum. ::)

Long story short, and yes, there were a lot of things I could have done, but she ended up staying for 3+ hours . . . I went to bed after asking her to leave many times . . . Sorry! LDH! :-* He later told me that she.just.would.not.leave. Short of turning off the lights and going to bed himself, he said he did everything he could think of to get rid of her.


Story #2 -- LDH and I were entertaining a couple (LDH's co-worker and his wife) for dinner and an enjoyable evening. After dinner, the phone rings. It's Lori, all in tears because she was "stood up" for a date that she had planned for that evening, wanting to know if she could come over. (I went to the other room and talked to her in hushed tones.)

Me: Lori, we have guests.
Lori: Oh! You're having a party? Can I come over?
Me: No, It's not a "party" these are work people.
Lori: So . . . what? I'm not good enough for your "work people?"
Me: We're just having a quiet evening . . . nobody else is invited.
Lori: I just feel so lonely right now! (sob!) I could really use a friend!
Me: Well, were going to be playing "game" . . .
Lori: I love that game! I'll be over in a bit (hangs up.) :o

She shows up at the door, sits down at the table ("game" that we are playing is one that doesn't have teams and if you come into "game" late, you're behind, but you can still play.) After a bit of politeness, Lori starts making comments such as "This game s*cks." "I got stood up tonight, how do you like them apples?" "Can't we play something else?"

Long story short (HA! :D), I took her to another room and said "Lori, you're ruining my evening. Please leave." She left in a huff stating "Some friend you are! I got stood up tonight!"


Lori had been my friend for a long time. There were times when she really was "there for me." But, along with the many other small incidents, I was at the end of my rope. Stories 1-2-3 took place over 2+ years.


Story #3, the Deal Breaker -- DD#2 was 3 months old. LDH was out of town on a business trip.

Thursday, Daycare called me at work stating that there is a problem with DD#2. I ended up taking DD#2 to the emergency room. She was diagnosed with RVS. I made arrangements with SIL to pick up DD#1 and take care of her through the weekend. I spent Thursday night at the hospital with DD#2.

DD#2 was released late Friday afternoon. I was given instructions and a therapist was going to come to our home with a breathing apparatus, show me how to use it, explain warning signs, etc.

The phone rings. I pick up and it's Lori (this was before caller ID.)

Lori: Let's PARTY!
Me: Um, Lori . . . explain what's going on, DD#2 being severely ill, therapist coming over, blah, blah, blah.
Lori: Oh! I'm so sorry! Can I come over and help you! Give you hugs! You poor thing!
Me (actually needing hugs at this point): Sure, come on over, but understand that this is what's going on.

Later, after therapist came and went, I left the front door open so that Lori could just walk in. I was sitting on the living room floor with DD#2 in my arms, lights dim and soft soothing classical music playing.

Lori came in, changed the stereo station, turned the volume up and announced "I'm here to cheer you up! Look!! She's sleeping! Can't you get a babysitter so that we could go out and party?"

What happened after that is definitely not e-hell approved.

But it was a long time in coming.

And, No. I've never talked to Lori again after that night.


I'm guessing (well, hoping, actually), that Lori doesn't have kids.
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Post by: Master_Edward on October 20, 2009, 08:58:31 PM
RebeccainAr: All I can say is :o :oEeeeeeewwwwwww gross!! :o :o

Ed.
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Post by: VorFemme on October 20, 2009, 09:01:27 PM
Personally - as long as you didn't draw & quarter her after tar & feathering her - I'd give you a pass on verbally tearing her head off and blistering her behind.  It sounds like she wouldn't recognize anything less than a real bulldozer running over her..........and pushing her back out of the door.

Narcissist as well as childless, it would sound like.  
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Post by: claddagh lass on October 20, 2009, 09:37:50 PM
Story 1  My ex-boyfriend occasionally got his kicks by announcing what he had that others didn't.  One time when my parents were within hearing range he told me how he can constantly see his friends and play assorted board games with them and hang out with them.  I forget the conversation next but it ended with him calling me a very rude name.

Dad marched into the room, pointed his finger at my ex, and said "You!  Out!  And if I ever hear you call my daughter that name again I will personally march down to your house and drag your sorry carcass back and make you apologize to her!  That is after I tell your father how his son treats girls he claims to care about!"

He never did come back to our house and it happened shortly before our break up but that's another story.

Story 2  My parents heard about this one and banned the one lady from the house all together.

I'm working on doing my costuming including undergarments.  My hips are my widest measurement so I had to adjust the corset pattern to make it fit more comfortably.  Because of that I had to remeasure all of my boning channels.

The spot of tiny town I live in is considered the heart of town and the majority of folks live there.  There's one lady who is the town gossip and in short is not a nice person.

At the coffee shop I was double checking all of my measurements for my corset.  She walked in, sneered at me, and called me several slang and derogatory words for a lady of the night.  She later claimed it was a joke but no one was laughing.

As soon as my parents found out they said "That woman is never coming into our house!"
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Post by: gibsongirl on October 21, 2009, 07:29:04 AM
At the coffee shop I was double checking all of my measurements for my corset.  She walked in, sneered at me, and called me several slang and derogatory words for a lady of the night.  She later claimed it was a joke but no one was laughing.

As soon as my parents found out they said "That woman is never coming into our house!"

 :o ::)  I wear my corset to class, and everyone LOVES it.  It totally bites that that type of wear is associated with *ahem* ladies of the night, especially because a well fitted corset is very flattering.
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Post by: VorFemme on October 21, 2009, 10:40:18 AM
I ran into a friend at the quilt market & festival in Houston last week, who told me that NEXT year she is bringing her corset (civil war reenactment, I think) with her next year so that she doesn't end up with the horrible back ache that she had this year.

Cement floors, walking 20 or 21 aisles a day for four days, then a short break while market switches to festival (we went shopping at Ikea after lunch), and three and a half MORE days of cement floors before she headed for home............  I was working and wearing rubber soled shoes the entire time, I am about ten years younger, and I noticed tired feet & a sore back too.

But I got to handle some of the yummy quilts as they were unpacked, hung, and then taken down & repacked for shipping.  There are some very talented quilters represented - and some of the antique quilts are worth studying just because they SURVIVED over a hundred years!  (An 1897 wedding quilt comes to mind.)
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Post by: claddagh lass on October 21, 2009, 11:36:47 AM
:o ::)  I wear my corset to class, and everyone LOVES it.  It totally bites that that type of wear is associated with *ahem* ladies of the night, especially because a well fitted corset is very flattering.

Indeed that is quite true.  As it's for the 1860's time period I only need it to fit snugly as they did back then. 

I've been professionally fitted for one so if all else fails I can always order it from them.
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Post by: Twik on October 21, 2009, 12:10:00 PM
At the coffee shop I was double checking all of my measurements for my corset.  She walked in, sneered at me, and called me several slang and derogatory words for a lady of the night.  She later claimed it was a joke but no one was laughing.

As soon as my parents found out they said "That woman is never coming into our house!"

 :o ::)  I wear my corset to class, and everyone LOVES it.  It totally bites that that type of wear is associated with *ahem* ladies of the night, especially because a well fitted corset is very flattering.

I'm confused. I thought corsets were underwear, so how would people know you were wearing one?
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Post by: gibsongirl on October 21, 2009, 03:23:56 PM
At the coffee shop I was double checking all of my measurements for my corset.  She walked in, sneered at me, and called me several slang and derogatory words for a lady of the night.  She later claimed it was a joke but no one was laughing.

As soon as my parents found out they said "That woman is never coming into our house!"

 :o ::)  I wear my corset to class, and everyone LOVES it.  It totally bites that that type of wear is associated with *ahem* ladies of the night, especially because a well fitted corset is very flattering.

I'm confused. I thought corsets were underwear, so how would people know you were wearing one?

There's a quite lovely subset of corsets which are decorative, (brocades and the like), that are made for outer wear over a plain shirt or a chemise.  I have a professionally made double sided corset (black brocaded with green on one side, and then a double shaded silvery gold on the other), which I wear for special occasions, or when my back is giving me trouble.  It looks like a vest without the straps that go over your arms, and dresses up the simplest outfit.  Very classy.
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Post by: Twik on October 21, 2009, 04:04:39 PM
Ah. I know what you mean now, and they are, indeed, pretty.
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Post by: MinAvi on May 12, 2010, 08:59:30 PM
B/G - I grew up on a very large farm in South Australia. My parents got involved in a program kind of like an exchange student, but it was exchange Farmers. Most of the district was involved. Some one from our district would travel to another country to learn new farming techniques and we would get someone from that country to learn ours.

As we not only has a massive house, but also a small guest house (lounge, bedroom and bathroom) we got the visiting farmer (VF). End B/G

The VF was a total chauvinist. He would not speak to my mum or I unless Dad was there. He was super insulting about Mum and I working on the property (it was a family run farm so we all did our share). It got to the point he flat out told my mum that she shouldn't be able to leave the house and Dad should beat her if she didn't do exactly as he said.  :o

He was also very racist and told my dad to shoot the Aboriginal farmhand we had as he 'was just vermin'  :o

The final straw was the day Dad and our only other male farmhand had to go into town for something (this was a 3 hour round trip including shopping time). The VF was out in the workshed that was located about 200m from the house. After an hour or so Mum and I heard a huge BANG. We didn't think much of it as it was a workshop, things where always getting dropped, thumped, etc.

About 45 minutes later the VF walks in the door DRIPPING in blood from his hand and belly. Mum rushes over and it turns out the tips of every finger on one hand are missing and he has a massive scrape mark on his belly, that has gone through his shirt and taken the skin off. She muttered a few choice remarks about his stupidity and bundled him in the car to the hospital (an hour away).

We found out later that he had found a box of old bullets in the shed and thought he would use the angle grinder (a big powertool used for grinding off metal edges - think welding etc) to 'shine them up'. Of course it had exploded in his hand. That was the loud bang we heard almost an HOUR ago! He was too ashamed to come and tell the mere women about the stupid thing he had done and thought he would wait until Dad got home. He did have some brains though, because when he finally realised how much blood he was loosing he came up to the house.

Mum called Dad to tell him what had happened and by the time they were finished at the hospital, Dad had lined up another house (men only) for him to stay for the remaining 2 weeks.

That was the last visiting Farmer that Mum ever allowed to stay with us.
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Post by: FunkyMunky on May 12, 2010, 11:23:17 PM
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Her father's girlfriend brought two of her daughters.These two women proceded to get rip-roaring drunk and were dirty dancing together. If that weren't enough, they started to make out on the dance floor! My mother's side of the family is quite conservative and were staring, shocked, at their behaviour.

Um, I'm not sure that any family, conservative or not, would be pleased at witnessing two sisters making out on the dance floor. I love my sister, but um, not that way.

From what I hear, it's common behaviour among young women to attract men. But I've only heard of it done in a club setting, not at a wedding, in front of one's MOTHER.
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Post by: Animala on May 13, 2010, 12:14:47 PM
If you need attention so badly that you make out with your sister that may be a sign you need professional; help.
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Post by: Nora on May 14, 2010, 06:49:14 AM
If you need attention so badly that you make out with your sister that may be a sign you need professional; help.

Pod!
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Post by: Venus193 on May 14, 2010, 08:53:20 AM
 :o My jaw hit the floor at least a dozen times reading this thread.  :o

This story is nowhere near as egregious, but here goes.  I will call the rude guest Troll, because he physically resembles one:

About 12 years ago Eunice and I were preparing the St Patrick's Day party food.  Guests were invited for 6PM, but Eunice wouldn't get upset if someone arrived a little early.  Troll arrived at 5:30 just after I had plated the cold shrimp.  Which he proceeded to demolish, while barely talking.

Eunice and I couldn't figure out how to stop him, so we bit our tongues.  Most of the guests for this party bring stuff; Troll brought nothing except his appetite and thirst.  There weren't many shrimp left by 6PM.  Troll was never invited back and this was the straw for Eunice because his previous behavior hadn't been a whole lot better.

I now wait until there are at least 12 guests before taking the plated shrimp out of the fridge.
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Post by: Garden Goblin on May 14, 2010, 12:54:48 PM
This is the story of the only person I have ever literally thrown out of my house (as in, put hands on and tossed):


Several years ago, my friend, Ann, was exposed to HIV and was utterly terrified.  She went through the testing and got the test results back saying 'negative' on a Thursday afternoon.  So, in the black humor our little circle was occasionally prone to displaying, we threw her a party on Sunday.  Our circle contains people of various ethnic types and religious beliefs, some of which are relevant to the story. 

Since at the time I was the only one with a working BBQ, the party was at my place.  Sunday morning, one of our friends (Gil) calls to say he can't make it, his mother and siblings are in town.  We take a quick vote, and the decision is 'oh, but we like them, tell him to just bring them along'.  They are Jewish and their faith is very important to them, so we put in a call to a conveniently located (and DELICIOUS) Kosher place that does take-out and ask another friend (Marie) if she and her boyfriend (to be known henceforth as 'Jerk') will pick it up for us since it's on their way.  They agree, Marie mentions she was bringing a ham but will make sure there is no contamination, and Jerk can be heard talking in the background.  Gil himself is pretty well lapsed and calls himself a practicing agnostic, but is respectful of his family's beliefs and keeps kosher when they are around. 

Guests and food arrives, and drinks are served while the hostess (me) and the BBQ master (Ted) finish up in the kitchen.  Ohar (both Middle Eastern and Muslim) starts putting the containers of food on the table, and Jerk follows him in when he returns for another load.  Jerk looks over at the food still in the kitchen and giggles.  Ted asked him what was so funny, and Jerk responds with 'I drained the juice from that' and indicates the ham Marie had brought, 'into the stuff we picked up for those Jews'.  Ohar and I started at him, jaws dropping.  Ted immediately left the kitchen, and (or so I'm told, didn't see it) dramatically raced to pull the dish from the deli away from the folks just starting to help themselves from it and explain what happened.

Ohar recovered before I did and stepped towards Jerk.  Ohar is about 180 and works out, Jerk is maybe 120 soaking wet and already known to be lazy.  Jerk further digs himself in by saying to Ohar, 'what, you don't have to get all Jihad about it'.  At this point I intervene by grabbing his arm and yanking him out of Ohar's range.  I open the door, and since Jerk doesn't have the brainpower to walk through it on his own and digs himself in further by saying to Ohar 'oh like your kind doesn't think it's hilarious', I save his life by picking him up and hefting him outside, then stayed in the doorway to prevent Ohar from pursuing.  At this point, Jerk seemed to realize that he'd somehow offended us and started apologizing for not realizing that we weren't able to 'take a joke'.  When I stepped out of Ohar's way, Jerk finally seemed to get a clue and got back in his car, using his cellphone to call Marie who was still in the house.

Marie informed him that she didn't want to see him again and did not need a ride from him, anything he'd left at her place would be packaged up and mailed to him.  She was hyper-apologetic, stating that she'd told Jerk why she was putting the ham into a tupperware container and putting said container into the trunk so as not to risk it touching anything from the deli and while Jerk had told her it was ridiculous, she'd never dreamed he'd pull such a stunt.  Since her arm is broken, she'd left it to Jerk to get stuff out of the car and into the house, giving him the opportunity for his malice. 

Jerk drove off.  About two weeks later he called up asking to borrow a movie he'd noticed while at my place, and had the nerve to ask me why not when my response was 'wait, who is this?  NO!'

(noticed a spelling error)
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Post by: kansha on May 14, 2010, 01:01:10 PM
.......

o_O

where the hell is the jawdrop icon?!!!
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Post by: Lorelei_Evil on May 14, 2010, 01:03:52 PM
Great Caesar's Ghost!   :o

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Post by: Penguinity on May 14, 2010, 01:41:26 PM
Oh my stars and garters... you win the thread.
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Post by: EmmaJ. on May 14, 2010, 04:17:50 PM
I have no words....that is beyond appalling.
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Post by: Diane AKA Traska on May 14, 2010, 04:20:08 PM
Oh my stars and garters... you win the thread.

Off-topic... but as an X-Men fan, I've always loved that saying.  =)
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Post by: supernova on May 14, 2010, 04:29:05 PM
This is the story of the only person I have ever literally thrown out of my house (as in, put hands on and tossed): 

<snip>


I admire your tact and your extreme restraint.  I freely confess that I would have responded in a much less eHell-approved fashion. 

Wow. 
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Post by: Snowy Owl on May 14, 2010, 04:35:10 PM
This is the story of the only person I have ever literally thrown out of my house (as in, put hands on and tossed): 

<snip>


I admire your tact and your extreme restraint.  I freely confess that I would have responded in a much less eHell-approved fashion. 

Wow. 

Me too!  That's an unspeakably vile thing to do, to deliberately and knowingly put something that someone else is not permitted in food that they're going to eat, and then laughing.  This is compounded by refusing to accept the wrongness of what he'd done and treating it as a joke.  Well done you Garden Goblin for throwing him out!
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Post by: afbluebelle on May 14, 2010, 04:53:03 PM
I would have put that ham to good use. He would not have enjoyed it.
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Post by: kitty-cat on May 14, 2010, 05:49:43 PM
I would have put that ham to good use. He would not have enjoyed it.

Nor would he be able to sit correctly for a month if he had crossed my path  >:D
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Post by: Venus193 on May 14, 2010, 05:55:03 PM
Please submit this story to the main site. 

Had I been in your place Jerk would have become jerky.
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Post by: Hushabye on May 14, 2010, 05:59:36 PM
I would have put that ham to good use. He would not have enjoyed it.

Nor would he be able to sit correctly for a month if he had crossed my path  >:D

He would have been sneezing ham for ages if he'd crossed mine.   >:(   >:D
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Post by: Amava on May 14, 2010, 06:02:15 PM
I would have put that ham to good use. He would not have enjoyed it.

HAHAHA!!  ;D

Good for Marie in that story, too, for breaking up with him!
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Post by: LeeLee88 on May 14, 2010, 06:02:49 PM
I would have put that ham to good use. He would not have enjoyed it.

*heart* you.
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Post by: LeeLee88 on May 14, 2010, 06:04:02 PM
I would have put that ham to good use. He would not have enjoyed it.

*heart* you.

Well looky there, with that last post, I just made it to "Hero Member" status!  Wooooo woo!  *back to thread*  :D
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Post by: supernova on May 14, 2010, 06:37:21 PM
Let's privately enjoy our revenge fantasies, rather than posting them, so we don't get the thread locked, ok?

I never thought to involve the ham in mine; that's a unique twist.  ;)

     - saphie, who shouldn't have brought it up in the first place...
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Post by: LeeLee88 on May 14, 2010, 06:51:48 PM
Let's privately enjoy our revenge fantasies, rather than posting them, so we don't get the thread locked, ok?

I never thought to involve the ham in mine; that's a unique twist.  ;)

     - saphie, who shouldn't have brought it up in the first place...

Haha, will do madame, will do  :)
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Post by: Azrail on May 14, 2010, 08:05:09 PM
That's horrifying. Absolutely horrifying. Thank goodness someone had the presence of mind to rush out there and stop the family from eating.
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Post by: VorFemme on May 14, 2010, 08:34:05 PM
Oh, my, another one of those situations when just as you think that you have seen the very lowest of the low - someone goes diving below the previous record and proves that they can go lower..........

Words fail me - but Snarky and Evil are much more creative.

Fortunately for Jerk - they weren't there...........

Good thing no one mentioned being allergic to anything or his next idea for a joke might have been one that landed him in court, asking a judge why no one thought that his hilarious prank was funny and called an ambulance to ruin the prank.  Because it sounds like Jerk just doesn't "get" that the rest of us aren't put here on Earth for him to poke fun at...........
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Post by: MinAvi on May 14, 2010, 09:31:37 PM
Just wondering, after he contaminated the kosher food.... what did you feed your guests?

and can I just add  :o :o :o :o :o :o
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Post by: Hushabye on May 14, 2010, 10:38:31 PM
This guest wasn't mine, thank heaven, but I was at the party when it all went down and Southern Honey was instrumental in helping cool things down without bloodshed (literally).

My junior year of college, we were invited to a party at a house being rented by two quasi-friends of mine, Lori and Sara.  We had met during our freshman year and become friends, although a few things had happened to sour relations a bit on my side, so I was distancing myself from them.  We had an additional mutual friend, Arthur, who had been pretty much rejected by the whole group for his repeated, horrid behavior while drunk; Arthur was decidedly NOT invited to this party.

Somehow he got wind of it and its location, and Arthur showed up with a friend who was a complete stranger to everyone else there.  He proceeded to get rip-roaring drunk, headed up to the unfinished attic to smoke some illegal substances with Lori, Sara and some other guests, and then stepped off the "floor" of the attic and through the ceiling of the living room.  He missed knocking down the ceiling fan by about three or four feet.

Lori and Sara were peeved, to say the least.  Southern Honey escorted Arthur outside, took his car keys and kept him out there in the relative safety of the driveway until he sobered up.  Then Southern Honey informed him and his friend that they needed to leave and not return.  Ever.

I still have no idea what was done about the ceiling.
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Post by: afbluebelle on May 15, 2010, 06:07:37 AM
Let's privately enjoy our revenge fantasies, rather than posting them, so we don't get the thread locked, ok?

I never thought to involve the ham in mine; that's a unique twist.  ;)

     - saphie, who shouldn't have brought it up in the first place...

Sorry  :-[

The ham is safe.
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Post by: Garden Goblin on May 15, 2010, 03:45:10 PM
Just wondering, after he contaminated the kosher food.... what did you feed your guests?

and can I just add  :o :o :o :o :o :o

We called the kosher place again and Ted generously drove over to pick it up.  Took about half an hour and in the meantime they snacked on the bread that had come with the food.  The guy taking the order at the kosher place recognized the number and asked if everything was okay with the previous food.  I explained what happened, and apparently he related the story to the manager who gave us a 50% discount on the replacement food.  Like I said, awesome restaurant and we've actually ordered from there even when we didn't have anyone with us who actually kept kosher.  I believe Gil took the contaminated food home with him, as it was one of his favorite dishes and the actual contamination didn't bother him any.
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Post by: Piratelvr1121 on May 15, 2010, 05:47:59 PM
Wow...you all make my nightmare guests look tame! LOL!!

There were a couple we had, but I'll admit a lot of it was our fault because DH and I weren't very good at putting our foot down and setting boundaries.  Well he still isn't honestly but I've gotten better about it, mostly.

Anyroads, as an example.  When DH was in the Marines, a fellow Marine was about to get out of the service and had already sent his wife and son ahead to set up house in their home state, and in order to save $ for the trip home, he moved out of his apartment, which meant he needed somewhere to crash until his EAS (end active service) day.   Guess who offered to let him stay with us without asking his 8 month pregnant wife first?  Yeah, my DH.  I gave him heck for that, too.  (interestingly my 2nd pregnancy made me more outspoken and seemed to strengthen my backbone for those 9 months)   

I told myself "Well damage is done, the guy won't be here all the time and maybe it won't be that bad.  Ohhhh it was!  Guy slept on our couch, left his CD's all over the place despite my warnings that our 17 month old son might get curious and damage them.  "Just keep him out of them!" Was his answer.    ::)  Well I did as much as I could to prevent DS1 from getting into the cd's, and come to think of it, I'm sure the scratches the guy got on his disc were more due to the fact that the guy pretty much just let these cd's cascade all over our floor without any protective covering.  He had a zippered case for them but didn't even bother to keep them contained. 

Then one night DH made a nice steak dinner for us (yeah he stayed more than one night because I couldn't manage to convince DH this guy was a moocher and bless his heart, my husband's sometimes just WAY too generous and trusting for his own good!) and remember, we had a 17 month old child in the house.   I saw this guy left his empty plate on the couch with the steak knife sitting on it.   I asked him nicely to take his plate into the kitchen (not wash, just take it into the kitchen where DH was doing the dishes while I was cleaning the baby food off DS1, the high chair and well, me. :)  "I'll get to it."  I said "Well at least take the steak knife in?  I'm about to put Eddie down (from the high chair) to play once I clean him up.  "I SAID I'll GET to it!"

My DH saw the murderous look in my eyes and took care of the plate himself, then suggested to the dude that he get out, right then, and see if he could crash somewhere else that night...and maybe a few more nights.   

Dh told me the next day that the guy decided he'd just be staying at someone else's house for the rest of his stay because he didn't feel like dealing with a psycho pregnant woman.   

Pif.  Good riddance, said I!
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Post by: Celany on July 07, 2011, 04:41:55 PM
Reviving this fascinating thread.

(that's ok, right? I got the "it's been more than 120 days, are you sure you want to reply?" warning, but I'm assuming for sharing stories (vs. giving advice) continuing on it ok, yah?)

I've had two doozies of a guest that I can think of. One was at a party. A friend of a friend in college, while very drunk, as a joke, put one of my kittens in the microwave. He didn't turn it on, but he put the kitten in, got my attention, and then pantomimed turning it on. Because of his actions, we learned the following:

1) Celany is much faster than you'd think
2) Celany is *much* stronger than her skinny, bony body looks (I was about 100lbs soaking wet then)
3) Celany is capable of throwing a much larger man out of her house
4) Celany has a horrifying expression of utter insanity that can terrify large men (and other party goers) when her kittens are threatened.

I didn't yell. But I did say (in that quiet, gentle sort of voice you use when any loud noise is going to make you go out-of-control nutso) that if I "ever ever saw him in or near my house again, he was going to be very, very sorry"

***

The other guy was a former roommate's friend's BF. He came back from living "out of town", and needed a place to crash for a while, while he found a job and looked for a place to stay full-time. He couldn't stay with his GF, because she lived with her parents and they were very strict about her "having guys over". He seemed like a nice guy, he used to be in the military, and was one of those medium-height, bulk-like-a-muscled-tank kind of guys who is sort of loud and cracks jokes a lot, but it also unfailingly polite, opens doors for women, and helps old ladies cross the street.

So, he moved into my 2nd bedroom. He had no computer skills, so I showed him some websites that had great tutorials on computer learning and told him he was free to use the computer whenever. At the time, I worked as a cocktail server, and I also had a part time crafts business. I made things, went to craft fairs, and worked anywhere from 2-4 nights a week at the nightclub as a cocktail server. When I was home, I usually spent most of my time in my bedroom, which was also my workroom, either crafting or spending quality time with my kittens (this happened about a month after the previous story).

All seemed well for the first few weeks. He's paying me a token amount of rent, gets a part-time job, and is saving money to find his own place. I didn't see the guy often, but he was always very nice to me. Then I noticed little odd things. Like not having as much lunch meat/cheese/milk/etc as I thought I had. I chalked it up to being forgetful, later to him eating my food. Which only actually bothered me because he never reciprocated (I'm generally quite cool with sharing food). Some of my clothing went missing; I figured maybe I left it at my BF's, or in the car. My computer has also started acting weird. Then, one day, I realized that the giant jug of quarters in my room seemed to be going down in number (I had a giant plastic maraschino cherry jar that I'd gotten from the bar. All our drinks cost either a round number or $-.25, like $4.25. I dumped my quarters into the jar with plans to cash them all in when the jar filled up and take a really nice vacation). So, just to be sure I wasn't misremembering, I got a knife, lightly scored the jar lid and the jar lip below the lid, made sure the two score marks lined up, then left the jar in its usual place (in my closet). A few days later, I check - the two score marks are completely separated. He's definitely stealing from me.

I'm furious. He's going to get thrown out, but first I need to corral some big guy friends into helping me, because as nice as this guy has been, no way am I confronting him on my own.

That night, he comes home, acting like a loon. Talking a mile-a-minute into his cell phone to someone named KiKi. KiKi is making a movie. The guy will be in the movie. He will be her star. No, he's never done a "real, professional" movie before, but he has been in some amateur movies. He'll be great as the star, because his "package" is "this big" and "this wide". No, he hasn't been STD tested in awhile, but he's sure he's fine. He wasn't anybody's "female dog" while he was in prison. Yeah, he's been out for about a month now. No, he doesn't still has his military uniforms to use in the movie, when he was dishonorably discharged, he got rid of them (or they took them back, I'm not sure). Naw, his girlfriend won't mind him being in these movies - or, well, either way it doesn't matter, because what she doesn't know, won't hurt *him*. Oh, and he'll be able to go at it for *hours* because he just found this awesome new coke dealer that has amazing product. He feels like he could stay awake for *days* right now.

I hear all this while I'm up in my bedroom, and he's downstairs talking a mile-a-minute at full volume on his phone. There is no way to get out of the house without running into him. And even if there was, I am not leaving behind my cat and kittens.

So, I quietly close my bedroom door (all cats were up with me, they tended to all stay with me when I was home). I pushed my dresser in front of my door, then turned out all the lights, other than a small reading light. I stayed up pretty much all night, listening to him bang around (but happily, when he came up to see if I was awake, he took for granted that my closed door and light out meant I was sleeping) until around 4-5 am, then finally pass out. I crept out the next morning, rounded up half a dozen big guy friends and went to kick him out.

When we got back, he wasn't there. That was good, as it allowed up to pack up ALL his stuff, and put it on the porch. I showed one of the guys my weird-behaving computer, who quickly deduced that it was full of bugs from all the "adult activities" being watched on my computer (and not by me. this totally squicks me out). I bought my guy friends some pizzas and beers, and we sat around and played cards until he got back. At which point, he saw all his stuff on the porch and came up yelling about what I was doing. So, I told him I knew he'd been stealing from me, I knew he was doing drugs, and I didn't want him in my house. At this point, he starts crying (actually crying) about how he knows he'd made mistakes, he only stole clothing that he thought looked ugly on me (to pawn it), he'd pay me back for the quarters, the part-time job he had wasn't making enough money, so he *had* to go into porn, and I had understand, he was a drug addict. He couldn't help himself.

So not my problem.

In the end, he left, throwing my keys at me, starting to swear revenge until some of my guy friends told him they'd hunt him down if he tried. So he stopped threatening & told me that if he died sleeping in his car, it was *my* fault.

Yeah, whatever.

Then I call the friend who asked me to have him stay with me, to warn her that he was kicked out and why. I learned: 1) She knew he was in jail 2) she knew he had a drug problem 3) she knew he'd been dishonorably discharged for drug-related activities 4) he couldn't live with GF, because her parents forbid her to see him (shocking, I know). So WHY didn't she tell me those things? Because she thought they weren't important, and wanted him to have a fair chance to get back on track.

She also ceased being my friend that day. And I've heard that, to this day, she wonders why sometimes.
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Post by: CG on July 07, 2011, 04:54:44 PM
She also ceased being my friend that day. And I've heard that, to this day, she wonders why sometimes.

That makes my brain hurt.
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Post by: VorFemme on July 07, 2011, 04:54:58 PM

Then I call the friend who asked me to have him stay with me, to warn her that he was kicked out and why. I learned: 1) She knew he was in jail 2) she knew he had a drug problem 3) she knew he'd been dishonorably discharged for drug-related activities 4) he couldn't live with GF, because her parents forbid her to see him (shocking, I know). So WHY didn't she tell me those things? Because she thought they weren't important, and wanted him to have a fair chance to get back on track.

She also ceased being my friend that day. And I've heard that, to this day, she wonders why sometimes.


VorGuy's oldest & dearest friend from high school track team pulled some stunts on us that led to cutting the "friendship" some 27 years ago - two years later he tried to get back in touch with us and I told him a few home truths (because if VorGuy had seen him......well.........I didn't want to deal with what *might* have been).  He didn't realize that he wasn't so fabulous that what he'd done was unforgivable nor that we'd still "hold a grudge" later (sorry, striking at my six-month-old - even if you didn't TOUCH her - was unforgivable to ME and to VorGuy when he got over the pneumonia that had him insensible in the front seat of the car - he had no memory of events but believed ME).

He hasn't tried contacting us since - and "Frankly my dear, I don't give a hoot" - to paraphrase Rhett Butler.

He is good for "how not to do it" stories, though...............
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Post by: Celany on July 07, 2011, 05:25:52 PM
She also ceased being my friend that day. And I've heard that, to this day, she wonders why sometimes.

That makes my brain hurt.

I still remember her tone of voice when we talked and the thing that killed me was that it was bad enough that she knew all that stuff and didn't tell me (for that alone, I'm 99% sure I would have stopped being friends with her). But worse was that she didn't sound at all surprised when I told her what he did. So she wanted to him to have a fresh start, but was *completely* unshocked at what he did.

With friends like her, who needs enemies?
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Post by: Queen of Clubs on July 07, 2011, 05:40:45 PM
Good grief!  The first story was bad enough (it turned my stomach just thinking about it - who'd joke about a thing like that?), but the second?!  Good for you for not only throwing him out, but also dumping his GF from your life.  I hope everyone she knows got to know about it and about how she treated a supposed friend.
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Post by: Celany on July 07, 2011, 05:43:20 PM
Good grief!  The first story was bad enough (it turned my stomach just thinking about it - who'd joke about a thing like that?), but the second?!  Good for you for not only throwing him out, but also dumping his GF from your life.  I hope everyone she knows got to know about it and about how she treated a supposed friend.

My ex-friend was actually a friend of the GF. I had met her once or twice, she seemed nice but...siiiigh...into bad boys.

I never saw her again after cutting of the friendship with the ex-friend.
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Post by: Venus193 on July 07, 2011, 07:14:59 PM
Celany, I hope you changed your locks as well.

As for the first story, that made me sick.
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Post by: Queen of Clubs on July 07, 2011, 07:25:36 PM
Good grief!  The first story was bad enough (it turned my stomach just thinking about it - who'd joke about a thing like that?), but the second?!  Good for you for not only throwing him out, but also dumping his GF from your life.  I hope everyone she knows got to know about it and about how she treated a supposed friend.

My ex-friend was actually a friend of the GF. I had met her once or twice, she seemed nice but...siiiigh...into bad boys.

I never saw her again after cutting of the friendship with the ex-friend.

Ah, gotcha, sorry.  I bet you were glad she wasn't a friend of yours!
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Post by: Nora on July 07, 2011, 11:37:46 PM
Celany, my lord that was... :o :o :o.
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Post by: Bijou on July 08, 2011, 12:51:55 AM
I have one of those friends who does not know when it's time to leave. She kept me up to 4:30 a.m. one night chatting away and playing my video games. I started doing the PA thing, "Oh, it's getting late," which had no effect on her to "I can make up a bed for you on the couch" which eventually became "OK, I'm going to bed." She only went to bed (on my couch) when she was good and ready.

I now either meet her at her place or out in public, but I can't remember when was the last I time I invited her over.
Oh, gosh! That's what happened to me.  I have six children and they were all very young at the time, probably ranging between 3 and 9 years of age.  I had been chasing kids all day, was beat, it was around 7 pm and my bils fiance showed up.  She stayed and stayed and stayed and stayed until about 4am.  I had to get up very early and get some of the kids off to school and get the other ones ready for the day.  I thought she would never leave.  I don't know how I survived that next day because there was no such thing as a nap for me with all those children to supervise. My then husband was a commercial fisherman out on a trip and so wasn't home.  If he had been she would have been gone by about 10PM...he wasn't he most tactful person in the world.
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Post by: Celany on July 08, 2011, 01:08:20 AM
Celany, I hope you changed your locks as well.

As for the first story, that made me sick.

It honestly didn't occur to me to get the locks changed, but even if it had, my landlady at the time had those special keys that can't be copied at a commercial copy place. Beyond them saying "do not copy", they also were an unusual width and size, which made it impossible for a regular locksmith to be able to copy them.

When the first story happened, when I turned around and my eyes made sense of what that...person...was doing, I remember feeling so shocked I was lightheaded. All the blood drained out of my head. Then rushed back filled with rage.

Good grief!  The first story was bad enough (it turned my stomach just thinking about it - who'd joke about a thing like that?), but the second?!  Good for you for not only throwing him out, but also dumping his GF from your life.  I hope everyone she knows got to know about it and about how she treated a supposed friend.

My ex-friend was actually a friend of the GF. I had met her once or twice, she seemed nice but...siiiigh...into bad boys.

I never saw her again after cutting of the friendship with the ex-friend.

Ah, gotcha, sorry.  I bet you were glad she wasn't a friend of yours!


She had been someone that I'd considered getting to know at first, because her boyfriend was so nice (gee, my BF & I could have gone out with them on couples dates)...then the other shoe fell and I was very glad that I hadn't gotten to know her better.
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Post by: MariaE on July 08, 2011, 01:16:03 AM
 :o :o :o :o
I'm all for giving people a second chance, but it has to be done with full knowledge. Your "friend" should have told you and then YOU could have made a qualified decision whether you wanted to give him a second chance or not.

Dude...
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Post by: PaintingPastelPrincess on July 08, 2011, 01:30:23 AM
You know, I sometimes threaten to make my friend's dog into a nice stew (based on the fact that the poor thing was skin & bones when she got him and has now fattened to a healthy weight for his size), but I do it while scratching his belly or giving him a treat (with permission).  Also, my friend knows that I love that dog almost as much as she does, and I would never, EVER, put him somewhere potentially dangerous.  I can't imagine putting poor, sweet kitties in the microwave.  :-X >:(
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Post by: zyrs on July 08, 2011, 02:03:17 AM
My story is really tame by comparison:

 I knew a guy I will call Steve that was a little less than quick.  He was a friend of a friend and I had only ever seen him at my friend's house.  I had no idea where he lived.

So my friend moves out of town and I don't see Steve any more after that and a couple years later I move into a different area of town.  I've lived in my house a year or two and decide to take a trip over the weekend.  Leave Friday night, come back Sunday evening in time to rest before work.  The cats have food and water and the neighbors are going to check in on them Sat and Sun morning.

I get home Sunday evening and it's raining and storming and windy and I am looking forward to a quiet evening.  I walk into the house and realize that the curtains are down and one of the windows is broken, with glass all over the floor.  The rain and wind is entering the house.

I see a brick on the couch.  As I get closer I see a piece of paper under the brick.  It is burned into my memory:

Hi  - was walking one day and saw you come out of this house.  Needed a place to stay and knew you wouldn't mind if I crashed a couple days.  You didn't answer the door so I came in the window.  Thanks - Steve.

Luckily for Steve, he had put the cats into the bedroom and shut the door.  Unfortunately he had not bothered to put their food, water and litter in there as well.  Poor cats, they seemed mortified about what they had had to do while trapped.

As you can guess, my neighbors had taken the money I had paid them for cat-sitting and hadn't bothered to check on them at all.  None of these people were ever invited back, although I am sure if Steve had needed a place to crash again it wouldn't have bothered him.

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Post by: Nora on July 08, 2011, 03:05:35 AM
You know, I sometimes threaten to make my friend's dog into a nice stew (based on the fact that the poor thing was skin & bones when she got him and has now fattened to a healthy weight for his size), but I do it while scratching his belly or giving him a treat (with permission).  Also, my friend knows that I love that dog almost as much as she does, and I would never, EVER, put him somewhere potentially dangerous.  I can't imagine putting poor, sweet kitties in the microwave.  :-X >:(

We habitually joke about eating our pets, and the dishes they would be served as. That's just funny to us. Putting my pet in a microwave will not end well for the person dumb enough to misjudge my sense of humor to such an extent.

I used to work for an animal shelter. Seen too much.  :(
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Post by: MrsO on July 08, 2011, 03:51:06 AM
Zyrs, so steve smashed a window and broke into your house? Did I read that right?! If so, I hope you phoned the police! And made him pay for a new window!!
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Post by: caz on July 08, 2011, 04:52:26 AM
So I ended up having to undress Pam, who had vomit all over her, dry her off, then drag her to bed and try to dress her (She wouldn't let me). I tried to give her coffee but she wouldn't take it. I put a bucket near her, turned off the light and went to bed. I told hubby that if there was vomit on the bedsheets the next morning he was to make Pam wash them.

I went to work the next morning and came home to find them gone. I never invited them over, and cut off all contact with them soon after, for this and various other reasons.

Pies supporters?

Only joking!!
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Post by: zyrs on July 08, 2011, 09:43:29 AM
Zyrs, so steve smashed a window and broke into your house? Did I read that right?! If so, I hope you phoned the police! And made him pay for a new window!!

Yes he did.  Unfortunately, I really had no idea of his last name, or where he lived so all I could say is "Someone named Steve broke into my house."  The only reason I know it was him was he was the only Steve I knew of at all.
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Post by: 2littlemonkeys on July 08, 2011, 09:58:18 AM


VorGuy's oldest & dearest friend from high school track team pulled some stunts on us that led to cutting the "friendship" some 27 years ago - two years later he tried to get back in touch with us and I told him a few home truths (because if VorGuy had seen him......well.........I didn't want to deal with what *might* have been).  He didn't realize that he wasn't so fabulous that what he'd done was unforgivable nor that we'd still "hold a grudge" later (sorry, striking at my six-month-old - even if you didn't TOUCH her - was unforgivable to ME and to VorGuy when he got over the pneumonia that had him insensible in the front seat of the car - he had no memory of events but believed ME).

He hasn't tried contacting us since - and "Frankly my dear, I don't give a hoot" - to paraphrase Rhett Butler.

He is good for "how not to do it" stories, though...............

He tried to hit your infant?  And it never occurred to him that was something you might have an issue with?   :o
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Post by: gramma dishes on July 08, 2011, 10:24:00 AM
I don't see Steve any more after that and a couple years later I move into a different area of town. 

Hi  - was walking one day and saw you come out of this house.  Needed a place to stay and knew you wouldn't mind if I crashed a couple days.  You didn't answer the door so I came in the window.  Thanks - Steve.


As you can guess, my neighbors had taken the money I had paid them for cat-sitting and hadn't bothered to check on them at all.  None of these people were ever invited back, although I am sure if Steve had needed a place to crash again it wouldn't have bothered him.

1.  It would frighten me that even though you now live in a totally different area of town from where  you lived when you actually "knew" Steve, that he 'saw you come out of this house'.  I think that sounds like stalking! 

2.  If Steve hadn't paid for the broken window, I'd have charged the neighbors for it since they had accepted money to watch your house and clearly and obviously had not.   And I'm sure there was damage from the broken glass and the rain coming in.  Fortunately your cats neither escaped nor starved to death.

3.  I'd have called the police, even if I didn't know Steve's last name.  I'm sure you could have gotten his name from your friends.
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Post by: Carnation on July 08, 2011, 10:39:16 AM
My sister joined the army at age 18.  In the course of things, she became engaged to another soldier.   She wanted to bring home to meet our family.

Our house was, to say the least, modest, okay, somewhat run down, particularly my brother's room, where two boys had spent their early years being unruly.

Brother #1 had moved out of the house, so it was natural that Soldier Boy would share that room with Brother #2.  We literally had no place else to put him, as we had a large family, even though Brother #1 and  Sister had moved out.

As these things go, my sister's leave from the army was delayed, so Soldier Boy came alone. (Is that odd, or is it just me?)

Soldier Boy came alone and just avoided the living daylights out of any contact with us.  He spent most of his time, sullenly playing chess with Brother #2.   

My sister arrived and they had their visit, then departed.

After that, he broke off the engagement with my sister saying something to the effect that our family is way beneath his family.  Ha!

So, she ended up marrying someone we just loved and who loved us just as much. :-*
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Post by: Celany on July 08, 2011, 02:28:05 PM
Zyrs, so steve smashed a window and broke into your house? Did I read that right?! If so, I hope you phoned the police! And made him pay for a new window!!

Yes he did.  Unfortunately, I really had no idea of his last name, or where he lived so all I could say is "Someone named Steve broke into my house."  The only reason I know it was him was he was the only Steve I knew of at all.

Good. Heavens. I would be furious. Absolutely furious. What a flippin' jerk!
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Post by: wolfie on July 08, 2011, 03:44:13 PM
I don't see Steve any more after that and a couple years later I move into a different area of town. 

Hi  - was walking one day and saw you come out of this house.  Needed a place to stay and knew you wouldn't mind if I crashed a couple days.  You didn't answer the door so I came in the window.  Thanks - Steve.


As you can guess, my neighbors had taken the money I had paid them for cat-sitting and hadn't bothered to check on them at all.  None of these people were ever invited back, although I am sure if Steve had needed a place to crash again it wouldn't have bothered him.

1.  It would frighten me that even though you now live in a totally different area of town from where  you lived when you actually "knew" Steve, that he 'saw you come out of this house'.  I think that sounds like stalking! 

I would  be more inclined to say he happened to be in the area one day and saw her coming out of her house.
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Post by: VorFemme on July 09, 2011, 08:56:15 PM


VorGuy's oldest & dearest friend from high school track team pulled some stunts on us that led to cutting the "friendship" some 27 years ago - two years later he tried to get back in touch with us and I told him a few home truths (because if VorGuy had seen him......well.........I didn't want to deal with what *might* have been).  He didn't realize that he wasn't so fabulous that what he'd done was unforgivable nor that we'd still "hold a grudge" later (sorry, striking at my six-month-old - even if you didn't TOUCH her - was unforgivable to ME and to VorGuy when he got over the pneumonia that had him insensible in the front seat of the car - he had no memory of events but believed ME).

He hasn't tried contacting us since - and "Frankly my dear, I don't give a hoot" - to paraphrase Rhett Butler.

He is good for "how not to do it" stories, though...............

He tried to hit your infant?  And it never occurred to him that was something you might have an issue with?   :o

He saw it as trying to get the baby to be quiet while his old buddy old pal was sick in the front seat (turned out to be double pneumonia) instead of hitting at the baby of his old buddy & pal (not the brightest bulb in the chandelier).

He got away with it at the time due to NOT having touched the baby (lucky for him his arm was too short to reach from the driver's seat over the back to the baby in the car seat).  But once VorGuy was well and I realized that he had no memory of events in the car that day...........well, he is NOT referred to by name but more along the lines of "he who is no longer named" or "that idjit" - any pejorative will do...........

And, yeah - he was a bit self centered and self involved with a few issues about what the WORLD owed him.  An SS before I'd ever heard the term..........

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Post by: still in va on July 10, 2011, 12:33:30 AM
Vor Femme, i think this is the third time i've read this story here, in various threads.  and every time i read it, i STILL wonder how you resisted either smacking his hand as it came flying back from the front seat, or biting that same hand.   >:(

i really admire your restraint. 
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Post by: gramma dishes on July 10, 2011, 09:00:13 AM


He saw it as trying to get the baby to be quiet ...

And of course we all know that hitting a baby is the best way to get the baby to be quiet.   ::)
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Post by: VorFemme on July 10, 2011, 09:40:27 AM
I saw it as further distracting an already irascible driver (who was looking over his shoulder instead of at the road) and told him that if he would PULL OVER, I would tend to the baby to get her quiet.  He refused to pull over because we needed to get his old buddy old pal to MEDICAL care, don't you know?  Never mind who the father of the baby was..............once VorGuy found out about that - a dying friendship was staked like a vampire, fed salt like a zombie, buried at a crossroads like a witch, and shot with a blessed silver bullet like a werewolf.......NO chance of this guy working his way back into anyone's good graces.

Except BIL who never listened much to me..........................

But ex-BFF has not tried to get back into VorGuy's good graces since 1988 - we haven't even heard about him from BIL........
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Post by: Giggity on July 10, 2011, 10:04:28 AM
I can't imagine putting poor, sweet kitties in the microwave.  :-X >:(

Me neither ... Bo would lick the food splatters off the ceiling, and Luke would just shed like nobody's business.  >:D
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Post by: Outdoor Girl on July 10, 2011, 10:28:18 AM
That's one way to get your microwave clean...   :D
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Post by: PaintingPastelPrincess on July 10, 2011, 01:11:53 PM
I can't imagine putting poor, sweet kitties in the microwave.  :-X >:(

Me neither ... Bo would lick the food splatters off the ceiling, and Luke would just shed like nobody's business.  >:D

LOL fair enough...it's one thing if they're in there doing something productive...Luke might stick to, IDK, mopping?  :D
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Post by: weeblewobble on July 10, 2011, 02:01:26 PM
How have I missed this thread?!  We have:

1) The guest who never locked the bathroom door while she used the facilities and then acted indignant and offended when other guests opened the door. ("Did you realize someone was in there?"  "Couldn't you see the light under the door?!" "I shouldn't HAVE to lock the door, it's up to you to check if the room is occupied!")  She made such a fuss, it made the rest of the evening really awkward and uncomfortable.  She did this at two events, refused gentle prompting that she lock the door behind her. ("I shouldn't have to lock the door.  Just let everyone else know I'm in the bathroom if you see them heading down the hall!") 

And just last month:

2) The guest whose son was incredibly immature for his age, 7. He let a stuffed frog "speak" for him.  He insisted all of the adults at a dinner at our house pet and speak to the stuffed frog. He went into our 2 yo son's room and saw that DS has a stuffed frog I'd just brought back for him from a trip to NYC.  The frog was on top of son's dresser. He climbed up on the dresser and dragged it down. 

6 yo DD, who is very protective of brother, protested and Guest's Son shoved her to the floor.  She chased him around the house, trying to get the frog back.  He hit her several times before we caught up to them. Guest's Son pitched a huge tantrum when I took the frog.  Instead of disciplining him for hitting my daughter, his parents said, "Well, frogs are his thing." which I guess means no other children within a 50 mile radius are allowed
to own stuffed frogs.

I took the frog and put it in my closet, where Guest's Son couldn't get to it, then returned to cooking dinner. I heard a crash and realized Guest's Son had gone into my closet, stood up on a shelf, and knocked down a rack of shoes to get to the frog. 

His parents did nothing to correct the behavior, except to say, "Couldn't we just share the frog?"  and it took me a minute and several more comments from them to realize they meant they wanted me to give their son the frog!  I explained it was a gift to my son, that it wouldn't be possible.  Mom huffed, "Well, in our family we share with guests." I put the frog in my locked car and will never invite them to our house again.
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Post by: Diane AKA Traska on July 10, 2011, 02:10:53 PM
"Couldn't we just share the frog?"

"Certainly!"  ::Reaches for the guest's stuffed frog::

"What are you doing?!"

"Sharing... you *do* share in your family, don't you?"  ::Innocent look::
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Post by: otterwoman on July 10, 2011, 03:05:06 PM
"Couldn't we just share the frog?"

"Certainly!"  ::Reaches for the guest's stuffed frog::

"What are you doing?!"

"Sharing... you *do* share in your family, don't you?"  ::Innocent look::


Did you let them stay for the dinner?! I would have kicked them out and had leftovers for a week.
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Post by: Nora on July 10, 2011, 03:49:27 PM
"Couldn't we just share the frog?"

"Certainly!"  ::Reaches for the guest's stuffed frog::

"What are you doing?!"

"Sharing... you *do* share in your family, don't you?"  ::Innocent look::


Did you let them stay for the dinner?! I would have kicked them out and had leftovers for a week.

Me too, what an appalling family!
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Post by: weeblewobble on July 10, 2011, 04:01:39 PM
"Couldn't we just share the frog?"

"Certainly!"  ::Reaches for the guest's stuffed frog::

"What are you doing?!"

"Sharing... you *do* share in your family, don't you?"  ::Innocent look::


Did you let them stay for the dinner?! I would have kicked them out and had leftovers for a week.

There were about a dozen guests, aside from the problem family. The initial frog issue occured while I was prepping dinner. I put the frog in the closet and finished cooking. Everybody was sitting down. I assumed Problem parents were fixing son's plate and then I heard the crash of my closet being burgled.  And the final "sharing" incident happened while we were eating.  I don't know whether I would have tossed them.  I didn't know want to make even more of a scene.
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Post by: Nora on July 10, 2011, 04:09:01 PM
"Couldn't we just share the frog?"

"Certainly!"  ::Reaches for the guest's stuffed frog::

"What are you doing?!"

"Sharing... you *do* share in your family, don't you?"  ::Innocent look::


Did you let them stay for the dinner?! I would have kicked them out and had leftovers for a week.

There were about a dozen guests, aside from the problem family. The initial frog issue occured while I was prepping dinner. I put the frog in the closet and finished cooking. Everybody was sitting down. I assumed Problem parents were fixing son's plate and then I heard the crash of my closet being burgled.  And the final "sharing" incident happened while we were eating.  I don't know whether I would have tossed them.  I didn't know want to make even more of a scene.

Ah, yeah that makes it harder to toss them out on their ears.
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Post by: bluedahlia on July 10, 2011, 04:53:39 PM
About 15 years ago I lived in a big group house with five other people and there was another house across the street with four roommates.  There were actually about fifty of us who hung out regularly and once a month we'd hold a party for everyone whose birthday fell in that month and parties normally floated from our house to the one across the street and back.  On my boyfriend's birthday (that he celebrated with four other people) he and I were standing in the kitchen talking to my best friend when this guy walked in, opened the refrigerator, grabbed two beers (one he opened and one he stuck in his jacket pocket) and leaned back on the counter and proceeded to hit on my best friend.  We all kind of looked at each other and best friend started questioning him.

Her: So, I haven't seen you around.  Are you here with someone?
Him: Yeah, the birthday boy.  Known him for years.
Her: Which one?
Him: B(mumbles)
Her: Brian?
Him: Yeah, Brian.  He called me asked me to come down.
Her:  It's not Brian's birthday till December.  It is HIS birthday (points at my boyfriend) and you haven't even given him your regards.  What a shame you'll have to leave before you can.

She then proceeded to drag him out by his collar while he protested that he knew one of the birthday people.  She assembled them all on the front porch and no one had any idea who he was.  None of our neighbors recognized him, either.  As it turned out he'd overheard one of the bartenders at the pub a few blocks away talking about coming after he got off work and invited himself along. 

Edited because "birthday" and "boyfriend" are two different things.
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Post by: gramma dishes on July 10, 2011, 05:51:04 PM
I don't see Steve any more after that and a couple years later I move into a different area of town. 

Hi  - was walking one day and saw you come out of this house.  Needed a place to stay and knew you wouldn't mind if I crashed a couple days.  You didn't answer the door so I came in the window.  Thanks - Steve.


As you can guess, my neighbors had taken the money I had paid them for cat-sitting and hadn't bothered to check on them at all.  None of these people were ever invited back, although I am sure if Steve had needed a place to crash again it wouldn't have bothered him.

1.  It would frighten me that even though you now live in a totally different area of town from where  you lived when you actually "knew" Steve, that he 'saw you come out of this house'.  I think that sounds like stalking! 

I would  be more inclined to say he happened to be in the area one day and saw her coming out of her house.

Maybe 'stalking' was too strong a word.  Perhaps 'tracking' might be more appropriate.  Why am I inclined to think that?

1.  They had not seen or spoken to each other for at least two years before she even moved, so he would have no way of knowing THAT she had moved.

2.  Even if he heard "through the grapevine" that she had moved, he wouldn't have known where she'd moved.  A different area of the same city?  A different state altogether?  A different country?

3.  If he didn't already know she lived there and truly did just "happen" to see her leaving that house, he wouldn't have had any way of knowing that she wasn't just leaving a friend or family member's house!  He clearly knew it was hers, which means (to me) that he had to have been keeping tabs on her all that time.
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Post by: camlan on July 10, 2011, 05:51:41 PM
How have I missed this thread?!  We have:

1) The guest who never locked the bathroom door while she used the facilities and then acted indignant and offended when other guests opened the door. ("Did you realize someone was in there?"  "Couldn't you see the light under the door?!" "I shouldn't HAVE to lock the door, it's up to you to check if the room is occupied!")  She made such a fuss, it made the rest of the evening really awkward and uncomfortable.  She did this at two events, refused gentle prompting that she lock the door behind her. ("I shouldn't have to lock the door.  Just let everyone else know I'm in the bathroom if you see them heading down the hall!") 


Maybe this is a regional or cultural thing, but I've never locked a bathroom door in a private house, unless there were young, toddler aged children running around, who might open the door without knocking.

It's pretty much the custom in my area to knock on a closed bathroom door to determine if it is occupied. Usually, if the bathroom is empty, the door is open. If the door is closed, there's a good chance someone's in there. But it's also a possibility that someone just closed the door on an empty bathroom for some reason, so you knock to make sure.

However, once the guest was told she needed to lock the bathroom door, the consequences of not locking it were all on her. And if I were told that the custom of the house was to lock the bathroom door, I would definitely follow that custom.
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Post by: wolfie on July 10, 2011, 06:13:16 PM
Maybe 'stalking' was too strong a word.  Perhaps 'tracking' might be more appropriate.  Why am I inclined to think that?

1.  They had not seen or spoken to each other for at least two years before she even moved, so he would have no way of knowing THAT she had moved.

2.  Even if he heard "through the grapevine" that she had moved, he wouldn't have known where she'd moved.  A different area of the same city?  A different state altogether?  A different country?

3.  If he didn't already know she lived there and truly did just "happen" to see her leaving that house, he wouldn't have had any way of knowing that she wasn't just leaving a friend or family member's house!  He clearly knew it was hers, which means (to me) that he had to have been keeping tabs on her all that time.

Hopefully the poster will come back and clarify but I got the impression he was an idiot and assumed she lived there and didn't really have much of a basis for that. Maybe he did hear that she moved and so figured that had to be her house when he saw her there without stopping to think that she could just be visiting someone. Anyone who is willing to throw a brick through the window of an almost stranger and stay there for a few days isn't exactly high on the logic department.
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Post by: Diane AKA Traska on July 10, 2011, 06:16:52 PM
3.  If he didn't already know she lived there and truly did just "happen" to see her leaving that house, he wouldn't have had any way of knowing that she wasn't just leaving a friend or family member's house!  He clearly knew it was hers, which means (to me) that he had to have been keeping tabs on her all that time.

It all would depend on how much he saw.  If he saw her come out, put keys into the lock, lock the door, and go into the garage to get her car and pull out... that's a pretty good indicator of at least strong familiarity, if not ownership of said house.

But yeah, I don't think it's totally innocent either.
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Post by: Celany on July 10, 2011, 07:27:23 PM
Anyone who is willing to throw a brick through the window of an almost stranger and stay there for a few days isn't exactly high on the logic department.

Word. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the concept that anybody could this is OK. And...and if I still lived there, and I were the OP, then I think I'd be really really nervous about ever leaving my home unattended again.
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Post by: Bethczar on July 10, 2011, 07:44:51 PM
How have I missed this thread?!  We have:

1) The guest who never locked the bathroom door while she used the facilities and then acted indignant and offended when other guests opened the door. ("Did you realize someone was in there?"  "Couldn't you see the light under the door?!" "I shouldn't HAVE to lock the door, it's up to you to check if the room is occupied!")  She made such a fuss, it made the rest of the evening really awkward and uncomfortable.  She did this at two events, refused gentle prompting that she lock the door behind her. ("I shouldn't have to lock the door.  Just let everyone else know I'm in the bathroom if you see them heading down the hall!") 


Maybe this is a regional or cultural thing, but I've never locked a bathroom door in a private house, unless there were young, toddler aged children running around, who might open the door without knocking.

It's pretty much the custom in my area to knock on a closed bathroom door to determine if it is occupied. Usually, if the bathroom is empty, the door is open. If the door is closed, there's a good chance someone's in there. But it's also a possibility that someone just closed the door on an empty bathroom for some reason, so you knock to make sure.

However, once the guest was told she needed to lock the bathroom door, the consequences of not locking it were all on her. And if I were told that the custom of the house was to lock the bathroom door, I would definitely follow that custom.
Yes, I was confused by that, too. Closed=occupied, open=free. I've never locked the door, although if asked to, I would.
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Post by: kitty-cat on July 10, 2011, 08:13:52 PM
How have I missed this thread?!  We have:

1) The guest who never locked the bathroom door while she used the facilities and then acted indignant and offended when other guests opened the door. ("Did you realize someone was in there?"  "Couldn't you see the light under the door?!" "I shouldn't HAVE to lock the door, it's up to you to check if the room is occupied!")  She made such a fuss, it made the rest of the evening really awkward and uncomfortable.  She did this at two events, refused gentle prompting that she lock the door behind her. ("I shouldn't have to lock the door.  Just let everyone else know I'm in the bathroom if you see them heading down the hall!") 


Maybe this is a regional or cultural thing, but I've never locked a bathroom door in a private house, unless there were young, toddler aged children running around, who might open the door without knocking.

It's pretty much the custom in my area to knock on a closed bathroom door to determine if it is occupied. Usually, if the bathroom is empty, the door is open. If the door is closed, there's a good chance someone's in there. But it's also a possibility that someone just closed the door on an empty bathroom for some reason, so you knock to make sure.

However, once the guest was told she needed to lock the bathroom door, the consequences of not locking it were all on her. And if I were told that the custom of the house was to lock the bathroom door, I would definitely follow that custom.

I always knock because I have to keep mine closed at home- the dogs here are rather, how should I say, "fond" of trashcan treats and the door closed prevents it.

My own story, is rather my stepdads. My stepsister had a friend once that would not listen to anything that my SD told her. The most egregious example would be Popsicle rule numbers 1 and 2. 1: don't eat them on the white couches. 2: have a paper towel with you when you eat them. "Vanessa" broke both rules with a red popsicle and was all "whatever" when asked about it.

Never did see her again.
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Post by: suzieQ on July 10, 2011, 08:55:10 PM
Back when DH was BF, I had my best friend and her SO over (don't remember if they were just dating or engaged by then)

Anyway, I had really good hearing and was rather squicked out by them being all over each other while we were trying to visit with them. I could hear her whispering highly inappropriate things to him. (inappropriate for me to hear anyway. I'm pretty sure she didn't realize I could hear it and I was too embarrassed to say anything)

Well their game of touchy-feely kept progressing until she asked me to borrow my Mother and Dad's bed!  :-X (I still lived at home and parents were out of town)

I had no spine at the time and let them use the bed, while BF and I went to my room since it was on the opposite end of the house. I could hear WAY more than I wanted, even then, so we left and got some ice cream.

Put a sign on the bedroom door to keep my brother from walking in on them if he came home before I got back. Didn't invite them over again but we are still friends.
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Post by: kingsrings on July 10, 2011, 09:24:23 PM
When we were college-aged, my brother and I hosted a few parties at our house. Because there was copious amounts of alcohol involved, trouble ensued sometimes. Our first party, one gal had bought her own alcohol to supplement the keg provided, and proceeded to get blotto, then toss her cookies onto a guy's expensive jacket - and our sofa that was it was sitting under. When she called the next day to retrieve her purse, she had no clue what she did until I told her. She was very embarrassed and apologetic, but that was it. We made a vow to never invite her over again, even though we were on good terms with her.

Not that I ever host anything now, but that is one of the reasons why nobody would be allowed to drink too much at my place if I did.
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Post by: Gabrielle on July 10, 2011, 10:37:51 PM
How have I missed this thread?!  We have:

1) The guest who never locked the bathroom door while she used the facilities and then acted indignant and offended when other guests opened the door. ("Did you realize someone was in there?"  "Couldn't you see the light under the door?!" "I shouldn't HAVE to lock the door, it's up to you to check if the room is occupied!")  She made such a fuss, it made the rest of the evening really awkward and uncomfortable.  She did this at two events, refused gentle prompting that she lock the door behind her. ("I shouldn't have to lock the door.  Just let everyone else know I'm in the bathroom if you see them heading down the hall!") 


Maybe this is a regional or cultural thing, but I've never locked a bathroom door in a private house, unless there were young, toddler aged children running around, who might open the door without knocking.

It's pretty much the custom in my area to knock on a closed bathroom door to determine if it is occupied. Usually, if the bathroom is empty, the door is open. If the door is closed, there's a good chance someone's in there. But it's also a possibility that someone just closed the door on an empty bathroom for some reason, so you knock to make sure.

However, once the guest was told she needed to lock the bathroom door, the consequences of not locking it were all on her. And if I were told that the custom of the house was to lock the bathroom door, I would definitely follow that custom.
Yes, I was confused by that, too. Closed=occupied, open=free. I've never locked the door, although if asked to, I would.

Completely the opposite where I live. The wind blows doors closed if you leave them open so standard procedure is if the door is locked, it's occupied. I find it very strange when people don't lock the bathroom door if the option is there.
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Post by: shhh its me on July 10, 2011, 11:01:49 PM
3.  If he didn't already know she lived there and truly did just "happen" to see her leaving that house, he wouldn't have had any way of knowing that she wasn't just leaving a friend or family member's house!  He clearly knew it was hers, which means (to me) that he had to have been keeping tabs on her all that time.

It all would depend on how much he saw.  If he saw her come out, put keys into the lock, lock the door, and go into the garage to get her car and pull out... that's a pretty good indicator of at least strong familiarity, if not ownership of said house.

But yeah, I don't think it's totally innocent either.

I was about to post the same thing and then thought maybe he was a guest of OP's at some point at her previous home and recognized the furniture or the cats.  I'm going with seeing someone leave a house once is not a reason to conclude they live there.*even if their car does come out of the garage.  It doesn't really matter how bizarre and frightening.
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Post by: zyrs on July 10, 2011, 11:01:56 PM
Maybe 'stalking' was too strong a word.  Perhaps 'tracking' might be more appropriate.  Why am I inclined to think that?

1.  They had not seen or spoken to each other for at least two years before she even moved, so he would have no way of knowing THAT she had moved.

2.  Even if he heard "through the grapevine" that she had moved, he wouldn't have known where she'd moved.  A different area of the same city?  A different state altogether?  A different country?

3.  If he didn't already know she lived there and truly did just "happen" to see her leaving that house, he wouldn't have had any way of knowing that she wasn't just leaving a friend or family member's house!  He clearly knew it was hers, which means (to me) that he had to have been keeping tabs on her all that time.

Hopefully the poster will come back and clarify but I got the impression he was an idiot and assumed she lived there and didn't really have much of a basis for that. Maybe he did hear that she moved and so figured that had to be her house when he saw her there without stopping to think that she could just be visiting someone. Anyone who is willing to throw a brick through the window of an almost stranger and stay there for a few days isn't exactly high on the logic department.

"Steve" was a few fires short of a happy meal.  He wasn't really capable of extended thinking.  So yes, he wasn't really high in logic.

And, I'm male.  He was a friend of a friend.

And @ Celany:  yeah, I haven't left my house unattended for long times for years now.  Mainly because of this incident.
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Post by: Slartibartfast on July 11, 2011, 12:13:38 AM
This is kind of an ongoing issue, unfortunately . . .

About a year ago, I started up a weekly "playdate" with a bunch of my SAHM friends.  Our kids ranged from newborn to three years old, so it was one part kids playing, one part lunch, and one part letting us chat  :P  Most of us were already in the same social circle, but I had met one other mom through a different social group and I thought she'd fit in really well.  She was interested, we put her on the email loop, and all seemed well.  Except -

She never would change her kids' diapers.  It was nasty.  She had two kids, one under a year and one around two years old, and being kids they would occasionally soil their diapers.  She wouldn't do anything about it, though, just sit back and let them play.  Even with pointed comments from us other moms about "Phew, someone's stinky!  *picks up own child* Nope, not you!  I think it might be [her kid's name], OtherMom!"  She'd just shrug and say "Yeah, probably!" and not move.  I do understand that some parents prefer not to change diapers at every little half-teaspoon because they'd go through fifty diapers a day, but these poor kids would have their diapers sagging under the load and she wouldn't do anything unless they were actually leaking.

We usually switched around who was hosting, but eventually everyone started to be "busy" and it really was because of this one mom.  I would probably have gone for a more pointed approach first (dumping the kid in her lap and pointing her toward the changing table) but my other mom friends just didn't want to be around her kids.  The thing is, other than the diaper thing, she gets along great with the group.  I'm hoping that in a few years when her kids are older and not in diapers anymore, it won't be such a big deal (and it won't be a hint of pervasive lack-of-parenting issues to come).
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Post by: Nemesis on July 11, 2011, 12:39:10 AM
Maybe she has a problem affording disposable diapers? Or maybe she's like my spouse who truly believed that we should not waste, and diapers should not be changed unless they are COMPLETELY full.

Note: My spouse changed his mind after I asked him to not wipe his bum for at least 4 hours after he does a "big one" and see how he feels about it.
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Post by: Venus193 on July 11, 2011, 05:46:46 AM

2) The guest whose son was incredibly immature for his age, 7. He let a stuffed frog "speak" for him.  He insisted all of the adults at a dinner at our house pet and speak to the stuffed frog. He went into our 2 yo son's room and saw that DS has a stuffed frog I'd just brought back for him from a trip to NYC.  The frog was on top of son's dresser. He climbed up on the dresser and dragged it down. 

6 yo DD, who is very protective of brother, protested and Guest's Son shoved her to the floor.  She chased him around the house, trying to get the frog back.  He hit her several times before we caught up to them. Guest's Son pitched a huge tantrum when I took the frog.  Instead of disciplining him for hitting my daughter, his parents said, "Well, frogs are his thing." which I guess means no other children within a 50 mile radius are allowed
to own stuffed frogs.

I took the frog and put it in my closet, where Guest's Son couldn't get to it, then returned to cooking dinner. I heard a crash and realized Guest's Son had gone into my closet, stood up on a shelf, and knocked down a rack of shoes to get to the frog. 

His parents did nothing to correct the behavior, except to say, "Couldn't we just share the frog?"  and it took me a minute and several more comments from them to realize they meant they wanted me to give their son the frog!  I explained it was a gift to my son, that it wouldn't be possible.  Mom huffed, "Well, in our family we share with guests." I put the frog in my locked car and will never invite them to our house again.

I would have handed this family their coats right after the bolded.  I would have been too stressed by the subsequent behaviors to have been an effective hostess.

However, after all that I'm sure this family got crossed off the other guests' future guest lists.
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Post by: weeblewobble on July 11, 2011, 06:16:10 AM
Hmm, I didn't realize locking or not locking the bathroom door would be a matter of debate.  :)

In my region, most people keep their bathroom doors shut full-time. The norm is that if you're using the restroom in a crowded house, you lock the door.  The noise of the party could drown out the knocks of the approaching guest or the response of the guest inside the bathroom.  And to be honest, it wasn't so much that she didin't lock the door but that she made such a loud fuss about the consequences.
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Post by: Diane AKA Traska on July 11, 2011, 06:24:54 AM
I have cats.  I have toilet paper.  The bathroom door stays shut.  :)

That said, our door doesn't even have a lock.  So, yeah.  I knock before I open.  If the door had a lock, I would so use the heck out of that.
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Post by: Piratelvr1121 on July 11, 2011, 07:49:49 AM
This is kind of an ongoing issue, unfortunately . . .

About a year ago, I started up a weekly "playdate" with a bunch of my SAHM friends.  Our kids ranged from newborn to three years old, so it was one part kids playing, one part lunch, and one part letting us chat  :P  Most of us were already in the same social circle, but I had met one other mom through a different social group and I thought she'd fit in really well.  She was interested, we put her on the email loop, and all seemed well.  Except -

She never would change her kids' diapers.  It was nasty.  She had two kids, one under a year and one around two years old, and being kids they would occasionally soil their diapers.  She wouldn't do anything about it, though, just sit back and let them play.  Even with pointed comments from us other moms about "Phew, someone's stinky!  *picks up own child* Nope, not you!  I think it might be [her kid's name], OtherMom!"  She'd just shrug and say "Yeah, probably!" and not move.  I do understand that some parents prefer not to change diapers at every little half-teaspoon because they'd go through fifty diapers a day, but these poor kids would have their diapers sagging under the load and she wouldn't do anything unless they were actually leaking.

We usually switched around who was hosting, but eventually everyone started to be "busy" and it really was because of this one mom.  I would probably have gone for a more pointed approach first (dumping the kid in her lap and pointing her toward the changing table) but my other mom friends just didn't want to be around her kids.  The thing is, other than the diaper thing, she gets along great with the group.  I'm hoping that in a few years when her kids are older and not in diapers anymore, it won't be such a big deal (and it won't be a hint of pervasive lack-of-parenting issues to come).

It's one of my pet-peeves when people allow their children's diapers to dangle down between their knees.  :P I saw a girl at the park one day, while there with the boys, who's diaper was visible beneath the hem of her knee-length dress.   I wonder often if they would walk around with their underwear that full of...stuff.   Probably not.
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Post by: Kinseyanne on July 11, 2011, 09:35:44 AM
This is the story of how lucky I can be, and how we never speak to my SO's uncle, wife, or son (S).

(this story deals with implied adult subject matter)

This was about two years ago, I had been seeing my SO for about a year at the time.  S was about seventeen, and had been behaving borderline inappropriately toward me for the entire time I knew him.  The kind of inappropriate that it's hard to call someone on but still makes you uncomfortable, like hugging a little too long, or always finding an excuse to touch.   My SO's brother (R) decided to host a BBQ to celebrate my SO graduating from a culinary program.  R probably spent hundreds on meats, drinks, etc.  My SO decided to show off his new skills and made huge amounts of deserts.  (family tradition, they always go overboard on food and they have standing arrangements with either the Salvation Army or their grandmother's church to donated usable leftovers for their lunch the next day.)

Day of the BBQ, everything goes well.  The party starts breaking up and we're left with me, my SO, R and family, Uncle and family hanging out chatting.  S says he's going to get another soda and asks if I want one.  I say sure and he brings me an open can.  The guys (minus S) meander off to show off some new car thing.  I start feeling really woozy and out of sorts.  S says "let me help you inside" and leads me to the door.  That's the extent of my memory of the day.

What I've been told happened is:  S brought me inside.  R had seen him and told my SO that I didn't look so good so he came in to check on me and decided to bring me to the hospital.  S apparently told my SO that he had been taking care of me and everything was fine.  R and his wife come with us, Uncle and family offer to clean up. There were some very questionable results to my blood work,  but nothing conclusive enough to be able to involve police.  I came to my senses and was released about 6 hours later.

Uncle and family did, in fact, clean up.  They packed up all the remaining food and soda, and loaded it into their cars.  They also took all the left over paper plates, cups, plastic silverware, napkins etc.  They even took the table clothes.  They took uncooked meat that R had just in case he had underestimated usage or more people showed up than planned. 

R and my SO went the next day and confronted him about taking every thing from the picnic, and about what they suspected their son was trying to do to me, and Uncle told them "you asked me to clean up and told me to take whatever I wanted.  Consider the food payment for cleaning up.  As for your friend, you have no way to prove he was 'trying' to do anything with her, and even if he was what'd do you do? Boys will be boys and it's not like he succeeded."

Neither my SO or his brother have spoken to these people since this incident to the point that he will outright hang up on them if they call.  We have heard through the grapevine that they lament our lack of contact as us being "dramatic" or saying they hate the fact that a "misunderstanding" caused such a rift.  Yeah.  We're dramatic for not including a (now 19 year old) boy who displayed criminal behavior, and his uncle who at best was horribly rude and took advantage of the situation to get a ton of free food.
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Post by: Piratelvr1121 on July 11, 2011, 09:40:18 AM
 :o :o :o :o :o

*Piratelvr is currently appalled and speechless while glad nothing worse happened to Kinseyanne!*
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Post by: Klein Bottle on July 11, 2011, 09:45:22 AM
This is the story of how lucky I can be, and how we never speak to my SO's uncle, wife, or son (S).

(this story deals with implied adult subject matter)

This was about two years ago, I had been seeing my SO for about a year at the time.  S was about seventeen, and had been behaving borderline inappropriately toward me for the entire time I knew him.  The kind of inappropriate that it's hard to call someone on but still makes you uncomfortable, like hugging a little too long, or always finding an excuse to touch.   My SO's brother (R) decided to host a BBQ to celebrate my SO graduating from a culinary program.  R probably spent hundreds on meats, drinks, etc.  My SO decided to show off his new skills and made huge amounts of deserts.  (family tradition, they always go overboard on food and they have standing arrangements with either the Salvation Army or their grandmother's church to donated usable leftovers for their lunch the next day.)

Day of the BBQ, everything goes well.  The party starts breaking up and we're left with me, my SO, R and family, Uncle and family hanging out chatting.  S says he's going to get another soda and asks if I want one.  I say sure and he brings me an open can.  The guys (minus S) meander off to show off some new car thing.  I start feeling really woozy and out of sorts.  S says "let me help you inside" and leads me to the door.  That's the extent of my memory of the day.

What I've been told happened is:  S brought me inside.  R had seen him and told my SO that I didn't look so good so he came in to check on me and decided to bring me to the hospital.  S apparently told my SO that he had been taking care of me and everything was fine.  R and his wife come with us, Uncle and family offer to clean up. There were some very questionable results to my blood work,  but nothing conclusive enough to be able to involve police.  I came to my senses and was released about 6 hours later.

Uncle and family did, in fact, clean up.  They packed up all the remaining food and soda, and loaded it into their cars.  They also took all the left over paper plates, cups, plastic silverware, napkins etc.  They even took the table clothes.  They took uncooked meat that R had just in case he had underestimated usage or more people showed up than planned. 

R and my SO went the next day and confronted him about taking every thing from the picnic, and about what they suspected their son was trying to do to me, and Uncle told them "you asked me to clean up and told me to take whatever I wanted.  Consider the food payment for cleaning up.  As for your friend, you have no way to prove he was 'trying' to do anything with her, and even if he was what'd do you do? Boys will be boys and it's not like he succeeded."

Neither my SO or his brother have spoken to these people since this incident to the point that he will outright hang up on them if they call.  We have heard through the grapevine that they lament our lack of contact as us being "dramatic" or saying they hate the fact that a "misunderstanding" caused such a rift.  Yeah.  We're dramatic for not including a (now 19 year old) boy who displayed criminal behavior, and his uncle who at best was horribly rude and took advantage of the situation to get a ton of free food.

What???   :o

Not trying to stray into legal territory, but I would have done a whole lot more than not invite them over anymore.  I am surprised that your SO didn't go have a little "man to man" with the perp who evidently spiked your drink.  If that happened to a woman in my family, I shudder to think what the men who love us would have done. 
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Post by: Kinseyanne on July 11, 2011, 09:50:54 AM
I am under the impression that my brother and a couple of his friends, who were in high school with the boy at the time, cornered him and put the fear of deity into him after hearing about it. 
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Post by: Steve on July 11, 2011, 09:52:06 AM
I must say, I believe I like your brother...
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Post by: Diane AKA Traska on July 11, 2011, 10:04:00 AM
I... I had to reread that a few times so I could be sure I read what I read.  I can say nothing else, as anything I could say would probably get me banned for life sue to desires of violence.  Oh word.
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Post by: Piratelvr1121 on July 11, 2011, 10:14:50 AM
"you asked me to clean up and told me to take whatever I wanted.  Consider the food payment for cleaning up.  As for your friend, you have no way to prove he was 'trying' to do anything with her, and even if he was what'd do you do? Boys will be boys and it's not like he succeeded."


If I heard that with my own ears...let's just say I usually don't have much of a temper but that would have me turning several shades of red and going beserk. 
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Post by: squashedfrog on July 11, 2011, 10:29:32 AM
 :o

I think I'm suffering from a severely gasted flabber!
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Post by: Kinseyanne on July 11, 2011, 10:30:02 AM
My SO says at the time if he could have gotten his hands on the kid he probably would have killed him.  Retrospectively, since we had already been told there was no way for police to get involved, having my 17-yo brother and his also teenage friends corner him and knock him around for it ended with no one going to jail, which probably wouldn't have happened if my adult SO went after a minor. 

His brother once told me that the uncle was getting consequences he never knew he would get.  Their grandmother (uncle's mom) had asked about the rift and R had no problem explaining the whole situation to her.  Apparently, she was supporting Uncle in more ways than anyone knew and she has made his life very difficult since then. 
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Post by: Hillia on July 11, 2011, 11:16:45 AM
Ah, my DH's brother.  What a peach of a guy he is.

About 4 years ago, DH and I weren't married yet but were sharing a home.  We invited his family (parents and BIL) to spend Christmas with us, along with my mom.  It was a tight squeeze but our house at the time was big enough that everyone had a bed.

Our dining room chairs were in pretty bad shape, so we went to IKEA and bought some replacements.  These weren't particularly fabulous or expensive chairs, but sturdy enough.  BIL is a very big man - 400+ lbs.  I knew there was a good chance the chairs he sat in would be damaged, and that was ok - that's why they were sturdy-but-inexpensive.  He didn't just sit in his chair, he wiggled, tipped back, etc...and after a few days, when all the joints were loosened, complained that we had given him the broken chair.  I didn't mind that the chair was damaged, but don't complain about it as though we deliberately gave you substandard seating.

Christmas dinner...my mom and I are diabetic, MIL is pre-diabetic, and everyone except FIL is pretty overweight.  So in addition to the regular desserts (various pies from a local bakery), I had one sugar free cherry pie.  If you've ever had one, they are usually a little tart, but actually more cherry-tasting than anything.  They don't taste like a Hostess fruit pie, for sure, but they are quite tasty and not what I would consider 'out there' or hard to eat, and I'm a pretty non-adventurous eater.

I made a production out of letting people know that the pie was sugar free.  BIL took a big piece, then a big bite, then SPAT the mouthful onto his plate.  'Oh, that's disgusting...that's so gross...ewwww, it's so sour....ewwwww'.  He was 28 at the time.

BIL was looking at some photo albums.  MIL had dug through some boxes and given me snapshots from DH's youth.  One of them I had taken to Walgreen's and had enlarged to 8x10 and framed.  BIL saw that and was quite jealous.  So he went through the photo albums and took about 7 snapshots - just took them, didn't ask.  I asked him to be sure to get them back to me if he wanted to make copies...about 6 months later, I got poor quality scans of them in my email.

We see a lot more of BIL these days due to various events, but I'm also a lot more direct with him.
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Post by: Winterlight on July 11, 2011, 11:24:19 AM
His brother once told me that the uncle was getting consequences he never knew he would get.  Their grandmother (uncle's mom) had asked about the rift and R had no problem explaining the whole situation to her.  Apparently, she was supporting Uncle in more ways than anyone knew and she has made his life very difficult since then.

Glad to hear it!

*shudders, hugs Kinseyanne (after asking permission!)*
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Post by: MerryCat on July 11, 2011, 12:33:27 PM
(((Kinseyanne!))) I'm so glad glad nothing worse happened to you!
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Post by: kherbert05 on July 11, 2011, 01:35:30 PM
I am under the impression that my brother and a couple of his friends, who were in high school with the boy at the time, cornered him and put the fear of deity into him after hearing about it.

I hope they did more than that. I hope they made sure every girl at that school knew that brat was a dangerous sociopath and to stay away from him.
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Post by: Nora on July 11, 2011, 02:02:16 PM
Kinseyanne: that freaked me right the flip out! What a creep!!!! :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o
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Post by: Piratelvr1121 on July 11, 2011, 02:34:57 PM
I am under the impression that my brother and a couple of his friends, who were in high school with the boy at the time, cornered him and put the fear of deity into him after hearing about it.

I hope they did more than that. I hope they made sure every girl at that school knew that brat was a dangerous sociopath and to stay away from him.

No kidding.  I'd want to know so I could steer clear, and it scares me that someone would do that in that setting. I mean, *hopefully* everyone knows that when you go to a bar to never leave your drink unsupervised and get your own drinks to make sure you don't get anything that's spiked with something other than alcohol.   But who would expect such a thing to happen at a family gathering?
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Post by: Petticoats on July 11, 2011, 03:30:51 PM
I am under the impression that my brother and a couple of his friends, who were in high school with the boy at the time, cornered him and put the fear of deity into him after hearing about it.

I hope they did more than that. I hope they made sure every girl at that school knew that brat was a dangerous sociopath and to stay away from him.

No kidding.  I'd want to know so I could steer clear, and it scares me that someone would do that in that setting. I mean, *hopefully* everyone knows that when you go to a bar to never leave your drink unsupervised and get your own drinks to make sure you don't get anything that's spiked with something other than alcohol.   But who would expect such a thing to happen at a family gathering?

I'm also chilled by the knowledge that this creep had the forethought to get ahold of (presumably) roofie to bring to said family gathering. The planning ahead--that's what makes this guy really, really frightening to me.
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Post by: faithlessone on July 11, 2011, 03:44:15 PM
I am under the impression that my brother and a couple of his friends, who were in high school with the boy at the time, cornered him and put the fear of deity into him after hearing about it.

I hope they did more than that. I hope they made sure every girl at that school knew that brat was a dangerous sociopath and to stay away from him.

No kidding.  I'd want to know so I could steer clear, and it scares me that someone would do that in that setting. I mean, *hopefully* everyone knows that when you go to a bar to never leave your drink unsupervised and get your own drinks to make sure you don't get anything that's spiked with something other than alcohol.   But who would expect such a thing to happen at a family gathering?

I'm also chilled by the knowledge that this creep had the forethought to get ahold of (presumably) roofie to bring to said family gathering. The planning ahead--that's what makes this guy really, really frightening to me.

That's what scared me! I wonder how long he'd been carrying them around, waiting for an opportunity, or if he's done it to someone else?
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Post by: Giggity on July 11, 2011, 03:46:29 PM
Does anyone else find it odd that this guy was target-shopping at a family event? He sounds like the origin of a Jeff Foxworthy joke.
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Post by: LeeLee88 on July 11, 2011, 04:15:59 PM
Does anyone else find it odd that this guy was target-shopping at a family event? He sounds like the origin of a Jeff Foxworthy joke.

After getting over my initial, profound horror, I found myself thinking, "Oh sure, people say my family's bad because we're West Virginian!  Well, we never tried anything as redneck as going for family!"  Actually, the whole family aspect takes this to an even darker level of creepy.  I must go bleach myself. 
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Post by: Celany on July 11, 2011, 04:21:29 PM
Does anyone else find it odd that this guy was target-shopping at a family event? He sounds like the origin of a Jeff Foxworthy joke.

Unfortunately, we've got a couple of those in my family. Creepy, creepy creepers. It's like my dad's side of the family has the genes for "really really messed up, no matter what". None of them have tried that exact trick before, but they've done comparable stuff. I don't go to family reunions on my dad's side anymore, because it's a combination of people who could be on Jerry Springer and people who are actually too screwy to be on Jerry Springer. My grandma (dad's mom), my dad, his sister, and one cousin are the only remotely normal ones of the lot.

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Post by: NotTheNarcissist on July 11, 2011, 05:05:55 PM
Rudest guest stories. I only have 1 visitor that is rude: my SIL. Here are a few snippets:


Now some will argue with me on this one (& possibly others), and I understand that. Based on 10 years of her boundary trampling (not just my boundaries, but all family members), my opinion of my SIL is quite smudged, and I confess I cannot be objective when she is in the equation, although the last few years I have tried very hard to accept her where she is with all her stuff. Anyway, here's one more guest-related SIL story:

To this day, I hide my cell phone, purse and all private papers from this SIL. Pointing to the first example I gave:


I tried to keep it "rudest guest stories" but towards the end, it became a rant. It is mostly rudest guest stories though. Truly, seriously, she is the only rude guest we have ever had. Everyone else is quite respectful.
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Post by: Diane AKA Traska on July 11, 2011, 06:34:08 PM
"declaring that she deserved to suffer".  Yeah, this is where I saw red.
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Post by: Venus193 on July 11, 2011, 06:55:42 PM
Kinseyanne, I am outraged at this.  But with parents with this kind of entitlement, it's no wonder that the son gets away with this kind of behavior.

You also made me think of someone who is no longer invited to Eunice's parties.  This guy also hugs and touches in a questionable manner.  However, since he didn't make inappropriate remarks along with this, it was confusing enough that a first repeat of the touching went unaddressed.  During the conversation I had mentioned twice that I had bad knees and that I was experiencing some pain in them.  I couldn't have any alcohol because I was taking antidepressants.  Both times he behaved as though I were telling him this for the first time.

A little while later I was sitting on the couch talking to another guest when this guy came into the room, bent over to pick something up from the coffee table, then straddled my knees and started to sit.  I yelled at him not to and he ignored me.  I yelled again, reminding him of my bad knees.  He ignored me again.  His wife heard me the second time and told him "Get over here!"  He tried to behave as though he had no idea he was doing anything wrong as he complied.  She asked me whether I had previously mentioned  my knee problems; I told her "Twice."

She was not pleased.

I got up from the couch, went to the bathroom, then got my coat.   Two days later I told Eunice about this and she remembered a similar experience she had with this guy (who, BTW, is more than old enough to know better).  I was kicking myself for not objecting to the touching (I am very touchphobic) and for not hitting him in the backside when he refused to listen to my orders to not sit down on me.

He is now banned from all of Eunice's future parties.

Another ban Eunice issued was on a guest who arrived early and proceeded to eat all the cold shrimp. Neither she nor I could figure out how to tell him he was being rude by doing that.  It is also customary for that occasion for guests to bring something and he never did, nor reciprocate the hospitality.

He crashed a party of hers a few years later, but we couldn't figure out a polite way to tell him he wasn't invited in the first place.
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Post by: rose red on July 11, 2011, 07:08:50 PM
^ Who's Eunice? 

I understand the story anyway, but would like to know how people are connected.  Thanks.  :)
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Post by: Venus193 on July 11, 2011, 07:25:36 PM
Rose Red, Eunice is the pseudonym I've given to a good friend through whom I met Blanche (about whom I currently have no stories).  The names come from Tennessee Williams' masterpiece A Streetcar Named Desire.
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Post by: Kinseyanne on July 11, 2011, 08:59:08 PM
I am under the impression that my brother and a couple of his friends, who were in high school with the boy at the time, cornered him and put the fear of deity into him after hearing about it.

I hope they did more than that. I hope they made sure every girl at that school knew that brat was a dangerous sociopath and to stay away from him.

Well, from what I have been told, the boy required stitching on his face that left a nasty scar.  The boys made it well known at the school just why he had his new scar.  At the time, SO's uncle went to my brother and threatened to press charges. My brother, displaying more fortitude than I ever had at his age, replied "Go for it, I'd love to tell the newspapers that I got arrested for beating up the <"person"> who tried to ___ my sister."  No one was ever prosecuted, and SO's grandmother started applying some serious fiscal pressure that has really, really messed up the uncle's quality of life. 

Part of me wishes we had enough evidence to press charges against the boy, but a bigger part of me realizes that I got off so lucky.
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Post by: magician5 on July 11, 2011, 09:35:21 PM
She never would change her kids' diapers.  It was nasty.

Was it one of the Blue Collar Comedy guys? "...when they say '20 to 25 pounds', THAT'S ALL THEY'LL HOLD!"
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Post by: MyFamily on July 11, 2011, 09:51:34 PM
She never would change her kids' diapers.  It was nasty.  She had two kids, one under a year and one around two years old, and being kids they would occasionally soil their diapers.  She wouldn't do anything about it, though, just sit back and let them play.  Even with pointed comments from us other moms about "Phew, someone's stinky!  *picks up own child* Nope, not you!  I think it might be [her kid's name], OtherMom!"  She'd just shrug and say "Yeah, probably!" and not move.  I do understand that some parents prefer not to change diapers at every little half-teaspoon because they'd go through fifty diapers a day, but these poor kids would have their diapers sagging under the load and she wouldn't do anything unless they were actually leaking.

I blame those 12-hour pampers - now some people think they don't need to change their child's diaper for 12 hours because these diapers can supposedly hold that amount.  They didn't have these when my older two were in diapers, but my youngest uses them (fit her body really well) but we change her diaper much more frequently than 12 hours.  Our old pediatrician actually made a point of making sure we knew this because she'd seen so many parents coming in who weren't changing their kids diapers thinking that they didn't have to anymore... :-X
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Post by: Black Delphinium on July 11, 2011, 10:08:26 PM
She never would change her kids' diapers.  It was nasty.  She had two kids, one under a year and one around two years old, and being kids they would occasionally soil their diapers.  She wouldn't do anything about it, though, just sit back and let them play.  Even with pointed comments from us other moms about "Phew, someone's stinky!  *picks up own child* Nope, not you!  I think it might be [her kid's name], OtherMom!"  She'd just shrug and say "Yeah, probably!" and not move.  I do understand that some parents prefer not to change diapers at every little half-teaspoon because they'd go through fifty diapers a day, but these poor kids would have their diapers sagging under the load and she wouldn't do anything unless they were actually leaking.

I blame those 12-hour pampers - now some people think they don't need to change their child's diaper for 12 hours because these diapers can supposedly hold that amount.  They didn't have these when my older two were in diapers, but my youngest uses them (fit her body really well) but we change her diaper much more frequently than 12 hours.  Our old pediatrician actually made a point of making sure we knew this because she'd seen so many parents coming in who weren't changing their kids diapers thinking that they didn't have to anymore... :-X
EEEWWWW.
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Post by: Animala on July 11, 2011, 10:30:59 PM
I can't even imagine what does to their skin!
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Post by: Baxter on July 11, 2011, 10:44:12 PM
I had a guest once who went around drinking everybody elses drinks (it was a BYO party), she groped half the female guests (which was a shock to us since she was married with children), loudly told explicit sex stories about hijinks she and her husband had got up to and then fell onto the couch where she lay growling and snoring.  One of the other guests taxi's arrived and she pushed that guest aside screaming at them "Thats my taxi, I'm going" and lurched off down the front path.
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Post by: anonymoose on July 11, 2011, 10:48:43 PM
I had a guest once who went around drinking everybody elses drinks (it was a BYO party), she groped half the female guests (which was a shock to us since she was married with children), loudly told explicit sex stories about hijinks she and her husband had got up to and then fell onto the couch where she lay growling and snoring.  One of the other guests taxi's arrived and she pushed that guest aside screaming at them "Thats my taxi, I'm going" and lurched off down the front path.

Good riddance! If that weren't so awful it would be funny.
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Post by: Baxter on July 11, 2011, 11:07:10 PM
I had a guest once who went around drinking everybody elses drinks (it was a BYO party), she groped half the female guests (which was a shock to us since she was married with children), loudly told explicit sex stories about hijinks she and her husband had got up to and then fell onto the couch where she lay growling and snoring.  One of the other guests taxi's arrived and she pushed that guest aside screaming at them "Thats my taxi, I'm going" and lurched off down the front path.

Good riddance! If that weren't so awful it would be funny.

It was pretty funny - afterwards.  I was so grateful to my friend for letting her take that taxi, I was getting scared she intended sleeping the night on my couch.
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Post by: Celany on July 12, 2011, 06:23:09 PM
Much less scary than my previous stories, but my roommate had a friend over the other night. Hmmm, maybe more of an acquaintance that she was hoping to be friendlier with. He hissed at our cat. And told us that cats in general are nasty, filthy things, but that black cats (as my little cutie-pie is) are the WORST.

My roommate apologized to me after he left. I think she's firmly crossed him off of her list.

Either way, he will not be coming back.
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Post by: MerryCat on July 12, 2011, 06:39:23 PM
Ugh who hisses at someone else's cat? I only hiss at my kitty when she does something she know's she's not supposed to do - like scratching the couch instead of her fancy-pants scratching post. But even then, it's a quick little hiss, and I'm allowed to discipline her because I'm the "mom." But belittling someone's else's "baby" - be it human, canine, feline, arachnid or whatever else is just obnoxious.
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Post by: Bibliophile on July 12, 2011, 06:51:05 PM
While hissing is somewhat obnoxious, it wouldn't be a bannable offense at my house...
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Post by: MerryCat on July 12, 2011, 06:57:11 PM
I think it depends on the level of hissing. My sister will sometimes hiss if she sees my cat misbehaving. But hissing to express overt hostility while talking about what filthy creatures they are? That gets you banned. I don't expect everyone to love, or even like my cat. If they don't want to pet or interact with her, that's fine too. But what did guy did was much beyond that.
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Post by: Venus193 on July 12, 2011, 10:50:41 PM
One nasty comment about cats gets the door at my place.  No second chances.
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Post by: Celany on July 12, 2011, 11:10:51 PM
I think it depends on the level of hissing. My sister will sometimes hiss if she sees my cat misbehaving. But hissing to express overt hostility while talking about what filthy creatures they are? That gets you banned. I don't expect everyone to love, or even like my cat. If they don't want to pet or interact with her, that's fine too. But what did guy did was much beyond that.

Yeah, it wasn't just about the hissing. The dude doesn't have to love my cat. Or even like him. I have friends that don't care for cats. But they're not outright hostile to cats. And this wasn't like a little "hiss hiss" (I've done that with cats that have claws. My current guy had his claws taken away before he came to me). This was a full on HIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS complete with saliva flying far and wide, due to the strength of the hiss. And coupled with talking about how "filthy" cats are (I'm sorry, but most cats I know spend about a 1/3 of their awake time grooming), and talking about how black cats are the worst of them all (cuz, ya know, the color of the cat totally means something...). No. Absolutely no.

And part of what made me so mad about it (I probably should have mentioned it before) is my little guy is super shy. This is not a get-in-your-face-love-me-for-I-am-CAT kind of cat. This is a bashful Hi-I-am-scared-and-insecure-and-you-seem-nice-but-I-am-scared kind of cat. When company comes over, he doesn't come up on to the couch unless invited.

ETA: here are a few photos of him http://www.etiquettehell.com/smf/index.php?topic=92788.0 (http://www.etiquettehell.com/smf/index.php?topic=92788.0). He is a giant scaredy cat.
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Post by: Venus193 on July 13, 2011, 06:04:37 AM
He's a beautiful boy!

A good friend of mine once had two beautiful cats, one black and one tuxedo.  One of the handymen in her building hated cats and used to say things like "Let me kill your cats for you."  I don't know if she ever complained to management, but she used to threaten him back.
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Post by: bluedahlia on July 13, 2011, 07:00:20 AM
He's a beautiful boy!

A good friend of mine once had two beautiful cats, one black and one tuxedo.  One of the handymen in her building hated cats and used to say things like "Let me kill your cats for you."  I don't know if she ever complained to management, but she used to threaten him back.

See, there's socially inept and then there's stuff like that.  On what planet would that be even remotely acceptable as banter?
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Post by: siamesecat2965 on July 13, 2011, 08:06:50 AM
Pretty kitty!  He looks just like my last kitty Boris.  Complete with the "who me?"
 expression.
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Post by: AfleetAlex on July 15, 2011, 11:59:36 AM
I once threatened to toss a friend out of my apartment for hissing at and teasing my cat. Startled, he said, "You'd throw me out of your house over the cat?"

I said, "He lives here and you don't."

He stopped teasing the cat, but I didn't invite him over again.
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Post by: goldilocks on July 15, 2011, 12:30:12 PM
I had my cat before I had my husband.  DH was talking to some guests one day and said, Yeah, I don't really like cats - but that one is grandfathered in.  But once he's gone, we ARE not getting another.

I said, well, that's funny - that is the same thing the cat says about you.
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Post by: bansidhe on July 15, 2011, 12:52:39 PM
Back in my college days I was looking for a roommate and interviewing quite a few people for the spot. One fellow seemed promising and said he was fine with my two cats, so I invited him over to meet him in person and do some additional screening.

Things went quite well for a while. Then Morgan, who was not a shy cat, jumped into the guy's lap to say hello. Guy yelled "NO!!" and pushed Morgan roughly to the floor, where he landed on his side.

The next words he heard were "GET.OUT.NOW" with my face about three inches from his. It was all I could do not to punch him. Strike 1: Disliking and being nasty to cats. Strike 2: Blatantly lying to me about his feelings about cats.

I'd had a much nastier incident concerning roommates and cats before this, so I thought I was being careful by doing some phone screening. So much for that idea.
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Post by: kingsrings on July 15, 2011, 01:32:04 PM
Well, I was actually on the other end of this spectrum. Iíve posted about them on here before, but two friends of mine who are roommates have a lot of dogs at their place that are basically, to sum it up, hell spawns. Many behavorial problems with the dogs that roommates are in denial about or donít think are problems at all. Itís not very enjoyable to hang out in a place that stinks (one the problems is their frequent urinating on the floor, and also the dog smell) or have to be around constantly misbehaving, disrupting dogs. So Iíve been permanently disinvited from most functions at their house because I wonít put up with it. The roommates have stated that theyíll only invite people who understand dogs.  ::)
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Post by: Reader on July 15, 2011, 02:01:50 PM
This was years ago when I was hosting a weekly Friday night get together at my house to play cards with the same bunch of friends each time.  We started at 9pm and would normally go to about 2am and I supplied all the alcoholic beverages from beer to liquor and we would normally split the cost of pizza and since it was an open invite people didn't need to RVSP, just show up when they are available. So we would not always have the same people, or number of people show up.  Normal routine was people show up at 9, take a consensus of what they want on the pizza, order, eat and then start playing cards.   So 11pm rolls around and in strolls Late guy.  Who proceeds to start complaining that there is no pizza left, can't join the card game we have been playing because we are in the middle of it, then in between sips of beer proceeds to call me a b**** in front of everyone.  Cue jaw dropping from everyone, including me.   He was promptly shown the door and was told not to come back.  He was very lucky my ex-boyfriend was not present during that time.  When my ex heard about the incident on the next Friday night he proclaimed he would have proceeded to kick Late guy's bacon fed knave severely (Ex is a black belt in martial arts of some kind I forget exactly which one).  Late guy received a ban from all our group outings for years after this.  Still to this day over 10 years later I have never received an apology.  I am friends with his wife, who was from this group so I still have limited contact with him.  Although I can say marriage and having a child has seemed to matured him, because I no longer hear of incidents like this one.
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Post by: Giggity on July 15, 2011, 02:54:40 PM
This was years ago when I was hosting a weekly Friday night get together at my house to play cards with the same bunch of friends each time.  We started at 9pm and would normally go to about 2am and I supplied all the alcoholic beverages from beer to liquor and we would normally split the cost of pizza and since it was an open invite people didn't need to RVSP, just show up when they are available.

You are quite possibly the most awesome host ever. Just so you know.  :)
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Post by: Pinky830 on July 15, 2011, 05:23:18 PM
I had my cat before I had my husband.  DH was talking to some guests one day and said, Yeah, I don't really like cats - but that one is grandfathered in.  But once he's gone, we ARE not getting another.

I said, well, that's funny - that is the same thing the cat says about you.

That's hilarious! That's what DH says about our current cat, and he is dead serious. This cat does have some really bothersome habits. Actually, DD once told him he had an evil soul. But anyway, next time DH mentions it, that's totally what I'm going to say.
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: Baby Snakes on July 15, 2011, 05:51:56 PM
I think it depends on the level of hissing. My sister will sometimes hiss if she sees my cat misbehaving. But hissing to express overt hostility while talking about what filthy creatures they are? That gets you banned. I don't expect everyone to love, or even like my cat. If they don't want to pet or interact with her, that's fine too. But what did guy did was much beyond that.

Yeah, it wasn't just about the hissing. The dude doesn't have to love my cat. Or even like him. I have friends that don't care for cats. But they're not outright hostile to cats. And this wasn't like a little "hiss hiss" (I've done that with cats that have claws. My current guy had his claws taken away before he came to me). This was a full on HIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS complete with saliva flying far and wide, due to the strength of the hiss. And coupled with talking about how "filthy" cats are (I'm sorry, but most cats I know spend about a 1/3 of their awake time grooming), and talking about how black cats are the worst of them all (cuz, ya know, the color of the cat totally means something...). No. Absolutely no.

And part of what made me so mad about it (I probably should have mentioned it before) is my little guy is super shy. This is not a get-in-your-face-love-me-for-I-am-CAT kind of cat. This is a bashful Hi-I-am-scared-and-insecure-and-you-seem-nice-but-I-am-scared kind of cat. When company comes over, he doesn't come up on to the couch unless invited.

ETA: here are a few photos of him http://www.etiquettehell.com/smf/index.php?topic=92788.0 (http://www.etiquettehell.com/smf/index.php?topic=92788.0). He is a giant scaredy cat.

He's adorable!  If someone came into my house and hissed at my cat they would be shown the door immediately - I don't put up with that for anyone.

My sweet girl Lucy was rather portly and my BIL just HAD to make a comment about it. Each.and.every.time.he.saw.her.  Yes, BIL I know, she's chubby, so can it.
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: Dr. F. on July 15, 2011, 06:03:26 PM
My sweet girl Lucy was rather portly and my BIL just HAD to make a comment about it. Each.and.every.time.he.saw.her.  Yes, BIL I know, she's chubby, so can it.

I think I may have  accidentally screwed up the quote tree. Apologies!

This is sort of an extreme version of not being invited back, and it didn't happen to me, but to a friend.

Friend had a rather chubby cat who COULD NOT be trusted to free-feed. He would eat himself sick, and so had to be fed measured portions at regular intervals. Friend went out of town and had then-BF take care of the cat while she was gone.

She got home to then-BF saying, "Hey, while you were gone, I thought it would be fun to see just HOW MUCH chubby cat could eat at one time!"

He was shocked - SHOCKED!!! when he suddenly became ex-BF.  ::)

Dr. F.
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: Diane AKA Traska on July 15, 2011, 06:05:49 PM
My sweet girl Lucy was rather portly and my BIL just HAD to make a comment about it. Each.and.every.time.he.saw.her.  Yes, BIL I know, she's chubby, so can it.

I think I may have  accidentally screwed up the quote tree. Apologies!

This is sort of an extreme version of not being invited back, and it didn't happen to me, but to a friend.

Friend had a rather chubby cat who COULD NOT be trusted to free-feed. He would eat himself sick, and so had to be fed measured portions at regular intervals. Friend went out of town and had then-BF take care of the cat while she was gone.

She got home to then-BF saying, "Hey, while you were gone, I thought it would be fun to see just HOW MUCH chubby cat could eat at one time!"

He was shocked - SHOCKED!!! when he suddenly became ex-BF.  ::)

Dr. F.

I have a pair of sturdy paratrooper's boots.  They come halfway up my calf.

I think it would be fun to see just HOW MUCH of that could fit into a grown human being's rectum at one time.
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: MERUNCC13 on July 15, 2011, 07:01:17 PM
This involves two relatives on DH's side of the family.  One is a cousin who decided to relocate from the Mt. Vernon, NY area after his divorce (which was entirely his fault, he got hooked on crack and had an affair with his daughter's best friend, which the daughter found out when she overheard a phone conversation- she has had no contact with her father since!) He thought that he could just stay at his cousin's house - that lasted about a week until I put my foot down . To this day I refuse to speak to him (it's been 11 years!), have him even in my front yard or acknowledge him because he has never apologized for assuming that our house was open for him.

The other involves an ex-wife of another cousin who during a visit decided that she needed the money out of my wallet, as I just got paid.  Again, this involves drug addiction (crack).  She has not been invited back and it has been about 19 years for her.  These are the only two relatives that have been banned from my house - there may be others, but I never know.
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: Miss Misha on July 15, 2011, 07:30:07 PM
I had my cat before I had my husband.  DH was talking to some guests one day and said, Yeah, I don't really like cats - but that one is grandfathered in.  But once he's gone, we ARE not getting another.

I said, well, that's funny - that is the same thing the cat says about you.

Sounds like the conversation Mr.#2 and I had about huskies......
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: rhirhi on July 15, 2011, 11:28:58 PM
The next words he heard were "GET.OUT.NOW" with my face about three inches from his. It was all I could do not to punch him. Strike 1: Disliking and being nasty to cats. Strike 2: Blatantly lying to me about his feelings about cats.

I'd had a much nastier incident concerning roommates and cats before this, so I thought I was being careful by doing some phone screening. So much for that idea.

I just love that, the dislike of cats ranks higher than the lying. Wish I coulda been your roomie
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: bansidhe on July 16, 2011, 11:04:22 PM
The next words he heard were "GET.OUT.NOW" with my face about three inches from his. It was all I could do not to punch him. Strike 1: Disliking and being nasty to cats. Strike 2: Blatantly lying to me about his feelings about cats.

I'd had a much nastier incident concerning roommates and cats before this, so I thought I was being careful by doing some phone screening. So much for that idea.

I just love that, the dislike of cats ranks higher than the lying. Wish I coulda been your roomie

Dislike of cats is a deal-breaker for me as far as someone being anything more than an acquaintance. This guy, however, was actively nasty and abusive. That earns someone the cut direct.

I wound up with a roommate who had absolutely no experience with cats but really liked mine. Her cat-noobness resulted in some hilarious moments, like the time Morgan started purring and she fled to the other side of the room, thinking he was growling at her. And the time she found a baggie full of catnip and thought it was another substance that looks somewhat similar.  :o
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: Doll Fiend on July 17, 2011, 11:42:24 PM
No real stories but some cute cat pics! *wink*
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: Apricot on July 18, 2011, 12:29:24 AM
My cousin is a healthy, strapping young man of 20, who has grown up with dogs. At Christmas time this year, we were all over at my parent's house, and I had my 10 week old puppy with me. I told everyone that when she mouthed, we were yelping and ignoring her, to end the behavior, and if anyone wasn't comfortable with the young puppy to let me know, so I could keep her away from them. She's always been fairly aloof, so she wasn't seeking these new strangers out, anyway.

I was sitting on the floor, talking to everyone, playing tug with Elsie, the puppy, and, like most young puppies, she got overly excited and grabbed my thumb instead of the rope. I yipped (not terribly loudly--the people on the sofa didn't even look over at me), took the toy, and turned away. My cousin took it upon himself to reach over to hit her in the face, saying, "Sometimes you just have to smack a dog to let it know not to bite." I have fairly good reflexes, and was able to block his hand. I picked her up, said, "Do not touch her," and walked into the other room to calm down.
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: NotTheNarcissist on July 18, 2011, 02:13:59 PM
My cousin took it upon himself to reach over to hit her in the face, saying, "Sometimes you just have to smack a dog to let it know not to bite." I have fairly good reflexes, and was able to block his hand. I picked her up, said, "Do not touch her," and walked into the other room to calm down.

Wow! I am so glad you were able to stop him! ARG!
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: Jloreli on July 18, 2011, 02:23:23 PM
Last Christmas I was stepping into the bathroom to freshen up as people made their way to the dinner table....the door wasn't locked and I caught my DIL's younger brother rifling through my medicine cabinet.  >:( Sadly for him I already knew he's an addict who steals so I had already removed anything other than asprin, laxatives, and Imodeum and hidden them along with my purse, DH's wallet and my family's purses.  I must say looking back at it it was almost worth the annoyance to see the terror on this rather big guys face when all 5'2" of me gave him a quiet but rather intense dressing down about how one behaves at my house. And as we came to an understanding DH came in and asked "Need any help dear?" Oh no Darling I have it all under control.  >:D DIL's YB is now terrified of me and knows not to come on our property. Oh boy does he know.....
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: NotTheNarcissist on July 18, 2011, 02:27:58 PM
Last Christmas I was stepping into the bathroom to freshen up as people made their way to the dinner table....the door wasn't locked and I caught my DIL's younger brother rifling through my medicine cabinet.  >:( Sadly for him I already knew he's an addict who steals so I had already removed anything other than asprin, laxatives, and Imodeum and hidden them along with my purse, DH's wallet and my family's purses.  I must say looking back at it it was almost worth the annoyance to see the terror on this rather big guys face when all 5'2" of me gave him a quiet but rather intense dressing down about how one behaves at my house. And as we came to an understanding DH came in and asked "Need any help dear?" Oh no Darling I have it all under control.  >:D DIL's YB is now terrified of me and knows not to come on our property. Oh boy does he know....

I feel for you. We have to do the same thing for certain family members. Aside from the items you listed, we also (and especially) hide jewelry, guns and ammo.
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: PastryGoddess on March 03, 2012, 12:42:42 AM
ehh, I'll post just to get any updates  ;D
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: Clareish on March 03, 2012, 03:33:22 AM
Awesome thread... I have one.

My family, when I was about 15-16, hosted an exchange student at our house for a couple of weeks. Now, normally, this program would have worked as a direct exchange (in this case, I would have gone to her country for a couple of weeks with other kids from my school and stayed with her family, and then she and her schoolmates would come here), but her "exchange partner" declined to participate in this side of the program. Instead of seeing that for the warning it was, I got really excited about hosting this virtual stranger! Kudos to my parents for being gracious enough to extend the invitation, but cautious enough to keep a close eye on things.

The student, who I will call C here, was an... interesting girl. Interesting not because of her different culture or anything... but she was an SS in her own right. Her schoolmates really wouldn't have anything to do with her, and I quickly realized why.

-she would not eat. No, strike that, she would not eat ANYTHING that she had not brought with her from her country. After a few days this dwindled down to random chocolate. No, she would also not offer anything to anyone else. She refused my parent's cooking by literally saying, "that is absolutely disgusting". My parents are nice, but they are not pushovers. One alternative or sidedish was offered each meal, then she was on her own.

-one part of the program was to go to a local amusement park for the day. She insisted on riding one rollercoaster many many times. Well, with the above diet, you can imagine how that went. She threw up all over the platform, and then wanted to ride again. The staff made her leave, and we sat together outside of the ride as she flat out refused to do anything else.

-She loved to take pictures of our dogs. Fair enough, they're awfully cute. But god help you if my family or I happened to be anywhere near the picture. She would actually tell us to get out of the way, and in a very blunt manner - this happened every time.

-We got a new car while she was here. New to us, at least. When we all went out to see it, she sniffed, put her nose up (I had no idea people actually did this as a serious gesture of disdain!) and said something like, "the only good cars are Audis."

-She went to visit family members while staying with us, which was not only fine, but welcome at this point. Her family members lived about 2 hours by train away from us, and the deal was that she would leave on Friday, and return on Monday. She came back on Saturday afternoon with no explanation. My mom thought that was kind of funny, but pretty indicative of her personality.

-apparently, she treated me really poorly throughout the trip, but I must have blocked this from my memory. My mom, years late, would shake with anger when talking about how she would insult and put me down IN FRONT OF MY FAMILY. Who does that?

For the entire time she was with us, she barely spoke, and was just miserable to be around. From what I understood from the other students, that was pretty normal for her. Why would someone put themselves into that kind of program if they have decided not to enjoy it?

My mom ended up driving her to the airport to go home, and she actually asked about coming back to visit. From reading between the lines, I believe that my mom outlined to her exactly why that would not be possible. I think my mom also might have called her parents and read them the riot act about her behaviour.
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: Hmmmmm on March 03, 2012, 07:06:33 AM
Awesome thread... I have one.

My family, when I was about 15-16, hosted an exchange student at our house for a couple of weeks. Now, normally, this program would have worked as a direct exchange (in this case, I would have gone to her country for a couple of weeks with other kids from my school and stayed with her family, and then she and her schoolmates would come here), but her "exchange partner" declined to participate in this side of the program. Instead of seeing that for the warning it was, I got really excited about hosting this virtual stranger! Kudos to my parents for being gracious enough to extend the invitation, but cautious enough to keep a close eye on things.

The student, who I will call C here, was an... interesting girl. Interesting not because of her different culture or anything... but she was an SS in her own right. Her schoolmates really wouldn't have anything to do with her, and I quickly realized why.

-she would not eat. No, strike that, she would not eat ANYTHING that she had not brought with her from her country. After a few days this dwindled down to random chocolate. No, she would also not offer anything to anyone else. She refused my parent's cooking by literally saying, "that is absolutely disgusting". My parents are nice, but they are not pushovers. One alternative or sidedish was offered each meal, then she was on her own.

-one part of the program was to go to a local amusement park for the day. She insisted on riding one rollercoaster many many times. Well, with the above diet, you can imagine how that went. She threw up all over the platform, and then wanted to ride again. The staff made her leave, and we sat together outside of the ride as she flat out refused to do anything else.

-She loved to take pictures of our dogs. Fair enough, they're awfully cute. But god help you if my family or I happened to be anywhere near the picture. She would actually tell us to get out of the way, and in a very blunt manner - this happened every time.

-We got a new car while she was here. New to us, at least. When we all went out to see it, she sniffed, put her nose up (I had no idea people actually did this as a serious gesture of disdain!) and said something like, "the only good cars are Audis."

-She went to visit family members while staying with us, which was not only fine, but welcome at this point. Her family members lived about 2 hours by train away from us, and the deal was that she would leave on Friday, and return on Monday. She came back on Saturday afternoon with no explanation. My mom thought that was kind of funny, but pretty indicative of her personality.

-apparently, she treated me really poorly throughout the trip, but I must have blocked this from my memory. My mom, years late, would shake with anger when talking about how she would insult and put me down IN FRONT OF MY FAMILY. Who does that?

For the entire time she was with us, she barely spoke, and was just miserable to be around. From what I understood from the other students, that was pretty normal for her. Why would someone put themselves into that kind of program if they have decided not to enjoy it?

My mom ended up driving her to the airport to go home, and she actually asked about coming back to visit. From reading between the lines, I believe that my mom outlined to her exactly why that would not be possible. I think my mom also might have called her parents and read them the riot act about her behaviour.

Thanks for reviving this thread, I hadn't seen it.  Many funny stories.  I wish your exchange student story was a one off.  But my sister's family hosted many students.  Most were a pleasure but there were a couple of real gems.  The worst was the 17 yr old boy they had for 7 months.  He refused to eat any thing but take out pizza or McD, criticized the local school, everything associated with the US, was very racist about people of Mexican decent and seemed very irritated and surprised that we have so many in Texas.  My other sister married while he was here and he loudly criticized everything to do with the wedding and was given the option of participating or not in the photos and when he did he chose to make faces at the camera like a 2 yr old.  His parents came to visit toward the end of his stay and my sister was completely taken back about how gracious they were.  We think they put him in the program just to get a break from him because he acted horribly to his parents during the visit too.
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: Phoebelion on March 03, 2012, 07:45:34 AM
DH has two married nephews.  One and his entire family are never allowed at our house again - ever. 

The first time they were here, their two darlings -

terrified the dog to the point she was locked in our bedroom

went to the attic  - door closed and they had been told not to go up their - and got into my craft paint - which they then tracked onto the beige carpet

launched themselves off the sofa onto the hardwood floor

refused to eat anything I made - it was yucky - they were used to eating only fast food.



Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: weeblewobble on March 03, 2012, 08:01:49 AM
Clareish-

Re: mistreating you in front your family. 

I think that sometimes foreign exchange students pick the member of the host family that's closest to them in age and situation so they can alienate that person and endear themselves to the parents, securing their place.

My friend Crystal's family hosted an exchange student when we were in high school. She was really excited about it until a few weeks after the girl arrived. Helene seemed perfectly nice in the few days she ate lunch with Crystal's group of friends before finding her own group.  But Crystal insisted that Helene was sabatoging her at home and trying to turn Crystal's parents against her.  She said Helene would repeat things Crystal said out of context, making Crystal seem spoiled or dishonest or "misinterpreting" something Crystal had said or done in a way that got Crystal in trouble.

Example: Crystal's parents made it clear to Helene that smoking was a no-no in their house.  Two weeks into her stay, they find Helene smoking on the back porch.  She said, "Oh, I found these in Crystal's room, so I thought maybe the rules had changed."  (Not true, Crystal didn't smoke but Helene was so convincing that Crystal's parents lectured her for hours and grounded her.)

We laughed it off, telling her she'd seen too many sitcoms.  But then we went to a barbecue over at Crystal's house and it was OBVIOUS that's what Helene was trying to do.  I'd never seen so much tension between Crystal and her parents, who usually got a long really well.  and Helene was treated like a much-beloved golden child in comparison. It took weeks after Helene went back home for things to go back to normal between Crystal and her parents.
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: Hmmmmm on March 03, 2012, 09:21:50 AM
Awesome thread... I have one.

My family, when I was about 15-16, hosted an exchange student at our house for a couple of weeks. Now, normally, this program would have worked as a direct exchange (in this case, I would have gone to her country for a couple of weeks with other kids from my school and stayed with her family, and then she and her schoolmates would come here), but her "exchange partner" declined to participate in this side of the program. Instead of seeing that for the warning it was, I got really excited about hosting this virtual stranger! Kudos to my parents for being gracious enough to extend the invitation, but cautious enough to keep a close eye on things.

The student, who I will call C here, was an... interesting girl. Interesting not because of her different culture or anything... but she was an SS in her own right. Her schoolmates really wouldn't have anything to do with her, and I quickly realized why.

-she would not eat. No, strike that, she would not eat ANYTHING that she had not brought with her from her country. After a few days this dwindled down to random chocolate. No, she would also not offer anything to anyone else. She refused my parent's cooking by literally saying, "that is absolutely disgusting". My parents are nice, but they are not pushovers. One alternative or sidedish was offered each meal, then she was on her own.

-one part of the program was to go to a local amusement park for the day. She insisted on riding one rollercoaster many many times. Well, with the above diet, you can imagine how that went. She threw up all over the platform, and then wanted to ride again. The staff made her leave, and we sat together outside of the ride as she flat out refused to do anything else.

-She loved to take pictures of our dogs. Fair enough, they're awfully cute. But god help you if my family or I happened to be anywhere near the picture. She would actually tell us to get out of the way, and in a very blunt manner - this happened every time.

-We got a new car while she was here. New to us, at least. When we all went out to see it, she sniffed, put her nose up (I had no idea people actually did this as a serious gesture of disdain!) and said something like, "the only good cars are Audis."

-She went to visit family members while staying with us, which was not only fine, but welcome at this point. Her family members lived about 2 hours by train away from us, and the deal was that she would leave on Friday, and return on Monday. She came back on Saturday afternoon with no explanation. My mom thought that was kind of funny, but pretty indicative of her personality.

-apparently, she treated me really poorly throughout the trip, but I must have blocked this from my memory. My mom, years late, would shake with anger when talking about how she would insult and put me down IN FRONT OF MY FAMILY. Who does that?

For the entire time she was with us, she barely spoke, and was just miserable to be around. From what I understood from the other students, that was pretty normal for her. Why would someone put themselves into that kind of program if they have decided not to enjoy it?

My mom ended up driving her to the airport to go home, and she actually asked about coming back to visit. From reading between the lines, I believe that my mom outlined to her exactly why that would not be possible. I think my mom also might have called her parents and read them the riot act about her behaviour.
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: Venus193 on March 03, 2012, 09:56:10 AM
I posted about this person just after Christmas but she came up in conversation with Eunice yesterday afternoon.

At Eunice's smallish Christmas party one female guest put her fork in every serving dish.  Since I have a problem with tact when I get angry I took Eunice aside to tell her (She's better at this stuff than I usually am).  She took this guest aside and told her this was unacceptable.  The response was "I really don't get out much; I had no idea I was doing anything wrong."

Eunice was so shocked at this level of cluelessness she said "Let's put it this way:  For all practical purposes you were spitting into the food.  Every time you put your used fork into a serving dish you were spitting into the food.  That is not acceptable."

About an hour later I noticed that this guest had departed.  Two days later she was at another person's home where she made some comment that offended Steve, Eunice's husband.  He later told me that she won't be on their guest list for anything.

Guess what happens two weeks from today?  The St. Patrick's Day party.  Eunice has avoided at least three calls from this woman (Caller ID is a very good friend) and has no idea what she is going to say if she encounters her unexpectedly.
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: guihong on March 03, 2012, 10:07:33 AM
My parents were involved in hosting adult exchange students or professionals from other countries, so they were a bit older than a teenager.  Most were great, or just had a few foibles explained by a cultural difference or not knowing the cost of something (the German guy who was lovely, but who also made calls to his Israeli girlfriend in the middle of the afternoon).   My parents were gracious and let things like that go.

But there was one man from a country in which there are very few rich, and a whole lot of poorer people who mostly work for said rich.   He, of course, was one of the rich and we were there to serve him!  If we were in a restaurant, he would raise his hand and snap his fingers to get the server's attention.  He left his things around the house, expecting my mother (or me) to pick them up.  He became angry when I beat him at dominoes.  He took my parents' car to the car wash, barked orders at the attendants, and ran it through the machine-with the windows rolled partly down. 

He was an exception from the great experiences before and after him.
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: Seraphia on March 03, 2012, 11:00:33 AM
I had one experience with a not-exactly-guest, since I wasn't hosting, but I did plan the trip.

I won a $50 gift card to a clothing store (CS) in a raffle. Now, I don't usually go to CS, but one of my friends, who happened to be pretty broke at the time, *loves* shopping there. So, I figured, she can come visit, we'll hang out, blow the gift card together and have some lunch. A fun girl's outing, right? Not so much.

A few days before our outing, Friend called me. "Um, MutualFriend has been talking about needing to go to CS to pick up a couple things. Maybe she could come along with us, since her car's broken?" I said if she wanted to come along, that was fine with me, I was just looking for some girl time. The next day, Friend called back. "Well, MutualFriend doesn't want to drive out to your house. She doesn't have much money, and she feels guilty not paying me for gas. Also, instead of Friday, she wants to go Saturday. Can you just drive out here on Saturday, and we can go to the CS near us?" (An extra forty minutes away)

I put my foot down, politely, and told her that if she and MutualFriend wanted to have their own outing, they could do it, but I was going to the CS near me to spend my gift card, on Friday. MutualFriend backed down, and that Friday afternoon they both showed up at my door. MF pouted the entire time. She groused about how expensive gas was while I drove us to the plaza that had CS in it, despite having to do no driving for the entire trip. We got to CS, and she stood in the entrance, fidgeting and shifting. I said I just had one thing I wanted to look for, so if Friend and MF wanted to look around for what they needed, go ahead, and we could use the rest of the gift card up that way. MF looked at Friend and declared "I really don't like this store. Nothing here fits us anyway. I ACTUALLY needed to go to OtherStore." (For the record, they're both petite. I'm an average height, and CS does carry petite clothes). So, Friend and MF both stood in the corner near the registers while I wandered around the store we had supposedly expressly come out to visit. I asked Friend if there was anything she needed, and she just sort of shrugged sadly.

After I made my purchase, MF practically power-walked out of the store and down the sidewalk to OtherStore, where she spent almost a half hour picking out random swimsuits, blouses and shoes and complaining that nothing fit or looked nice, and if it did, it was too expensive. When she did find something she liked, I pretended not to notice the expectant look on her face as she declared she wished she could buy it. (hint hint) I didn't bite, and she decided nothing in OtherStore was really her style anyway.

After that, I suggested we hit a little accessories shop (like a Hot Topic) that I knew Friend loved. We looked around for about ten minutes before MF declared that she was bored, "wasn't a jewelry person anyway" and was going to wait outside. I let her go, since I was trying to get Friend to say she liked something so I could remember that for Christmas. MF pouted on a bench outside, and Friend got so anxious that MF wasn't having a good time, I decided it was about time to go home before I said something unfortunate.

When we left, MF was complaining about being hungry, but didn't want to go there, or there, or there, or there, because she was broke. I made an executive decision and pulled in to a fast food line, declaring that it was my treat. All of a sudden, she was cheerful again, happily ordering an expensive combo with an extra shake. I bought lunch, took them both back to their car, and decided that MF was going to be downgraded to MutualAcquaintance and not invited anywhere ever again. Apparently she decided the same thing, since I haven't heard from her since.
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Post by: weeblewobble on March 03, 2012, 02:22:21 PM
Seraphia,

While MF's actions were bad, your close friend's actions weren't OK either.  It started with how MF found out about the trip and somehow got the impression she was supposed to be included in your gift card.  Maybe your friend said, "Oh, Seraphia is going to take me shopping, her treat, with a gift card she won!" and all MF heard was, "Her treat, free money!" Close friend shouldn't have told MF about an outing she wasn't invited to.

Then close friend includes MF in the outing and then seems more worried about MF's convenience in setting up the date and transportation arrangements than your convenience- when you're the one driving and paying. Good for you, for putting your foot down. But why is close friend putting MF's needs ahead of yours, because she seems "sensitive and harder to please?"

And then close friend lets MF set the shopping agenda and the lunch agenda?  And she's so wrapped up in whether MF is having a good time that your time with her is pretty much shot.  I think you need to talk to this friend about her need to please MF and why MF won't be included in future outings.
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Post by: Hollanda on March 03, 2012, 02:43:11 PM
When I was a little kid, I had a 5th birthday party. My mum invited all the local kids to it. It went great until it came to me blowing out the candles.

One little boy waited until the second I was due to blow them out, huffed and puffed out all the candles for me. His mother just sat there and watched, saying nothing!  :-X When all the rest of us were eating said cake, the same little boy started tearing bits off and throwing it. Fortunately there was a plastic sheet on the carpet in case of spillages so there was no real mess. He picked up sandwiches and had a bite out of them before returning them to the plate. We were all 5, and us "good kids" just sat and stared at this little hellion who clearly had no idea how to behave!  ??? Oh yeah, and he pushed me (the birthday girl) off a chair when we were playing "Musical Chairs".

My mum and dad both said something to his parents when it came to them leaving, As far as I recall that boy was never invited to another party.
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Post by: Emmy on March 03, 2012, 06:25:32 PM
After that, I suggested we hit a little accessories shop (like a Hot Topic) that I knew Friend loved. We looked around for about ten minutes before MF declared that she was bored, "wasn't a jewelry person anyway" and was going to wait outside. I let her go, since I was trying to get Friend to say she liked something so I could remember that for Christmas. MF pouted on a bench outside, and Friend got so anxious that MF wasn't having a good time, I decided it was about time to go home before I said something unfortunate.


It seems like your friend wasn't worried about you having a good time.  Has Friend apologized?  She was rude for trying to change plans and inviting MF along without discussing it with you.  MF also seemed to have the idea that things purchased on the trip would be your treat, I wonder where she got that idea.
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Post by: Seraphia on March 03, 2012, 07:32:37 PM
After that, I suggested we hit a little accessories shop (like a Hot Topic) that I knew Friend loved. We looked around for about ten minutes before MF declared that she was bored, "wasn't a jewelry person anyway" and was going to wait outside. I let her go, since I was trying to get Friend to say she liked something so I could remember that for Christmas. MF pouted on a bench outside, and Friend got so anxious that MF wasn't having a good time, I decided it was about time to go home before I said something unfortunate.


It seems like your friend wasn't worried about you having a good time.  Has Friend apologized?  She was rude for trying to change plans and inviting MF along without discussing it with you.  MF also seemed to have the idea that things purchased on the trip would be your treat, I wonder where she got that idea.

Friend is an extreme people-pleaser, and while I love her to pieces, I know that's one of her weak points. I'd imagine that what happened was a combination of miscommunication and advantage-taking. I wouldn't be at all surprised if MF had asked Friend about her weekend plans, then tried to jump on board when there were free things to be had. MF shanghaied her into working herself to pieces as MoH for her wedding - organizing, catering, setting up and tearing down her shower, doing all the bouquets and boutonnieres, helping her with all the shopping, doing her hair and who knows what else. She probably figured that since Friend didn't mind all that "helping" I certainly wouldn't bat an eyelash at paying for some portion of her honeymoon wardrobe. She got pretty snippy when I showed no signs of getting out my wallet.

I do think she gets it. She asked how I'd liked MF's wedding, to which I wasn't invited. I said honestly that I had heard hide nor hair from MF since the unfortunate trip, and she blushed and said she wasn't surprised.
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Post by: GreenEyedHawk on March 03, 2012, 09:21:48 PM
My ex's uncle was quite a piece of work.  He was in his 40s and for some reason was always hanging out at our apartment.

I came home from work one day to find him there, hanging out with my ex.  First, he insisted I unplug and turn away my webcam, as he was sure I was using it to spy on him. (HOW?? I'm RIGHT HERE!!)  Then he kept hinting, with less and less subtlety every time, that he was getting hungry, finally just pointedly looking at me and saying, "So, when's dinner?"  I hadn't planned on making anything just then, nor had I planned on feeding him at all, since he was an uninvited 'guest', but I threw a frozen pizza in the oven, figuring it'd feed the guys and I could reheat any leftover if I decided I wanted some later.  It was a thin-crust type pizza.  When it came out of the oven, Uncle complained loudly, "Oh I HATE thin crust!  Deep dish is the only pizza there is!  You'd better make something else, since I'm a guest and all."  WHAT??

Then he lit up a cigarette right in the middle of the living room.  Thinking maybe my ex hadn't told him it was a non-smoking building (plus, even if it wasn't, who does that without asking??)  I said, "Jason, you can't smoke in here."  His reply?  "It's a private residence and the law says I can!"  That was it for me.  I snapped, "I don't care what the law says, I'M telling you this is MY home and you cannot smoke in here.  Either go outside, have a smoke and come back in, or go outside, have a smoke and don't come back.  I don't care.  Either way, you are NOT smoking in here!"

He seemed affronted that I would speak so rudely to a "guest" but at that point I was simply at the end of my rope and it was pretty clear that my ex wasn't about to spontaneously generate a spine of his own.

Uncle never came back around after that, though.
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Post by: MissRose on March 04, 2012, 12:20:48 PM
My mother is NOT invited to my place, and she doesn't accept that but its my place my rules.

At my first apartment, she and my dad would stay with me a few days & I'd take them places as it was a few hours from them.  She was very picky regarding how clean things were or not.  I am not the world's best housekeeper nor the worst.  She would clean certain things and areas then later remind me how bad things were.  She also liked to snoop around in my stuff too.

My father on the other hand says nothing if things are not perfect.  He is very grateful.  He is a good guest.  He knows he is welcome.
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Post by: Hollanda on March 04, 2012, 12:43:01 PM
My mother is NOT invited to my place, and she doesn't accept that but its my place my rules.

At my first apartment, she and my dad would stay with me a few days & I'd take them places as it was a few hours from them.  She was very picky regarding how clean things were or not.  I am not the world's best housekeeper nor the worst.  She would clean certain things and areas then later remind me how bad things were.  She also liked to snoop around in my stuff too.

My father on the other hand says nothing if things are not perfect.  He is very grateful.  He is a good guest.  He knows he is welcome.

I am this close to doing that to my mother. Really, really close. Unfortunately she thinks housework is more important than spending time with my beautiful son. No, no, it's really not. Our home is not dirty. It is not unhygienic. It is simply a house with a baby in it.

My mother snoops. I would never allow my mother in my house without me. My father? Of course I would.  Mum has snooped and found personal bank statements (I now have it all online so she cannot do that). She has found photos of me in drawers. She has found personal information sent to me, addressed to me. Not on. Just not on.

She's on her last warning and knows it.

Well done for having the nerve to do that!!
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Post by: blue2000 on March 04, 2012, 01:21:16 PM
My mother is NOT invited to my place, and she doesn't accept that but its my place my rules.

At my first apartment, she and my dad would stay with me a few days & I'd take them places as it was a few hours from them.  She was very picky regarding how clean things were or not.  I am not the world's best housekeeper nor the worst.  She would clean certain things and areas then later remind me how bad things were.  She also liked to snoop around in my stuff too.

My father on the other hand says nothing if things are not perfect.  He is very grateful.  He is a good guest.  He knows he is welcome.

I am this close to doing that to my mother. Really, really close. Unfortunately she thinks housework is more important than spending time with my beautiful son. No, no, it's really not. Our home is not dirty. It is not unhygienic. It is simply a house with a baby in it.

My mother snoops. I would never allow my mother in my house without me. My father? Of course I would.  Mum has snooped and found personal bank statements (I now have it all online so she cannot do that). She has found photos of me in drawers. She has found personal information sent to me, addressed to me. Not on. Just not on.

She's on her last warning and knows it.

Well done for having the nerve to do that!!

My mother is not allowed in my place - I've never said that outright, but she seems to know.

She does clean and snoop, but it is the way she does it that gets me. She's like a toddler. I can't tell her not to touch, I have to grab things away from her if I don't want them broken or moved.

Hollanda - it gets much easier once you have put your foot down. it isn't "Behave or you are out" and an argument about who did what and why you have that rule and why she broke it. ::) It is just NO.
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Post by: Piratelvr1121 on March 04, 2012, 03:48:45 PM
One of the perks of having my parents out of my life is not having to hear their constant criticisms of how I keep house, what I have in my house, how I decorate, etc.

Both DH and I have our obsessions. He loves anime and My Little Pony, I love Pirates of the Caribbean and on a slightly less intense level, Harry Potter.  Before we moved both of us had collector's items from his favorite anime series and Pirates.  DH bought me a pirate flag and a replica of Jack's sword on two separate Christmases, and I have two action figures of Jack and Captain Teague that I bought for myself. 

"That's immature to have dolls around!"
"They're not dolls, they are collectible action figures"
"Please, that's like calling a janitor a sanitation engineer!  Why would you have that where everyone could see it?"
"Because we don't care what people think."
"No wonder neither of you have many friends."

When I got the pirate flag, they were absolutely horrified that I even thought of hanging it outside and tried to forbid it. "No, hang it in your basement, on the wall, fewer people will see it that way!" We hung it on our backyard fence.  >:D

I still have it but DH refuses to hang it on our front porch only because we also have an American flag hanging there and he won't hang it next to the American flag.

In talking to my brother once, he agreed our parent's ideas of how clean my house should be was unrealistic.  Brother and I are 8 years apart in age and while he was a bit of a handful as a toddler, mom had my help during the summer, weekends and holidays so she could keep the house clean and she belonged to a babysitting co-op so that she could ask someone to watch him during the day so she could clean and I believe they had a maid come in once every 2 weeks. 

They didn't quite get that having two very active boys18 months apart, no babysitting co-op or maids made it harder for me to keep up the house to their standards than it was for my mother. 

I did however find a note in my baby book that mom taped to the door once saying "Warning: house is booby trapped with peanut butter and jelly".  Proof that my mother wasn't always uptight about a clean house and had a sense of humor about such things.  I always reminded her of that once I had kids and she would say "You shouldn't let him make a mess like that!"

"Well it's a lot easier to clean up after than peanut butter and jelly!"  >:D
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Post by: Kimblee on March 04, 2012, 07:25:17 PM
My cousin took it upon himself to reach over to hit her in the face, saying, "Sometimes you just have to smack a dog to let it know not to bite." I have fairly good reflexes, and was able to block his hand. I picked her up, said, "Do not touch her," and walked into the other room to calm down.

Wow! I am so glad you were able to stop him! ARG!

POD

I have a mouthy puppy too(well, she's about a year old. the vet estimated her to have been born between Feb and April 2011, so we split the diffrence and decided her birthday is St Patrick's day. I told her to tell me if that was wrong and she didn't say anything...) If someone it her I would be one ticked (bad word). She is very shy and cowed down. (we think she was abused) and if someone undid the months of work we've put in to get her to accept human loves, I would probably have to hurt them. "Sometimes you have to smack an idiot to let it know not to TOUCH OUR DOGS."

Even my brother, who uses a lot of force on his dogs(rough play and flipping them onto their backs as disipline) does not use force on my dogs. He has agreed to occasionally feed them treats though, just so they know he's allowed to enter the house.
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Post by: Kaora on March 05, 2012, 12:10:11 AM
I made a thread on this guy a long time ago. While he didn't get the kick, if I had a spine, he would have.

In short, this guy was a friend of my BF's who I met some years ago, back when he invited me to play video games with his friends. Now, we were okay for so many years, and had a great time as one group, but a couple years ago, one left and moved to pursue his life's ream. This is fair, but this also changed the small group's dynamics a fair bit, and showed the guy who moved away had been keeping some of Story Guy's behavior in line.

The Story Guy we invited over to our hour some couple years ago-- it was a big day for Halo fans, They regularly held special events on 7/7, especially in multiplayer, and doing things would get you awards and achievements. Parents were out of town, but got the okay to invite BF, Story Guy, and BF's Cool Bro over to play online.

Now, we started heating a frozen pizza before they all arrived, and sister and I were having trouble cutting it. So, we let it cool, they showed up in a couple minutes, and we asked if any of them wouldn't mind helping cut it. Story Guy offered to cut it, but hadn't washed his hands first. This is a point of contention for me; I don't ask for super good hygiene, but I really appreciate it if you wash your hands before handling food. Especially since I've seen this guy's house he kept-- he never cleaned or vacuumed, regularly squished bugs into the carpet, and cleaned the kitchen only once or twice a year. So excuse me for asking him to please, wash his hands first. That set him off on me, and he snarkily remarked at us about how I didn't have to be so OCD about everything. Considering what I saw of that guy's house, I hope no one would fault me.

That made me a little upset, so I stayed behind in the kitchen to make some Kool-Aid while everyone went out to set up the Xbox.

Now, during the event, it is possible to get an achievement for getting 7 experience in a special playlist. To get experience, you have to win a match, and we were not having any luck winning, so I asked if we could do a different gametype, as we had been doing the same gametype for four hours.

He looked at me and told me we could not do my suggestion, he wanted the achievement, nevermind that the other three and I were exasperated from 4 hours and not getting it.

He actually spent all four of those hours muttering at me under his breath, making comments in my direction about how OCD I was, how cheap of a player in games I was (I'm not, he only started doing that after I beat him one time in a fighting game), how [female dog]-y I was, and I snapped and told him direct that we are playing new gametype (Grifball, if anyone is curious) whether he liked it or not, then he yelled at me for all the problems he was having in his life and all the problems I had couldn't possibly compare. :???:

I admit, no spine and stress meant I just went back to my room and cried before I could come back out. BF comforted me when I came out.

Towards the end of it, we got the achievement, and in a couple hours, it was time to leave. I did try to apologize for snapping at him, and he said back, "I'm sorry you got so mad at me. But, you know, if you hadn't wasted so much time having a [female dog]-fit, we could have gotten it sooner."

Cue stunned silence as he left, I honestly couldn't think of anything to say.

I learned I should have had just told him to like it or get out at the pizza thing, but I was too much of a people pleaser then. BF and I, however, quickly started cutting off contact, and recovered most of the things we let him borrow pretty swiftly. Now I haven't talked to him in a couple years, the only contact I got was an email from him apologizing and wanting to be friends. I've yet to respond, a year later.
Title: Re: ". . . And s/he was NOT invited back!" - share your rudest guest stories
Post by: Klein Bottle on March 05, 2012, 12:21:35 AM
I applaud all y'all who have banned people for being mean to your beloved goggies and kitties.  Thankfully, all of my friends are delighted by Phoebe and Penelope, Ajax and Tango, and now Ursula.  (Roomie Linda's lovely black Spitz.)   My employee/friend Brianna actually comes over just to visit Phoebs and Penny!  (Ostensibly it's to visit me, but she loves those dogs almost as much as I do.)    ;D

Anyone who was cruel or even made jokes about harming a hair on any one of their heads would never be invited back.    My animals live here; this is their home, and it is a safe, loving environment.  They are not negotiable.
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Post by: miladyrose on September 13, 2013, 08:58:19 PM
This topic is old, but I don't think anyone will mind me resurrecting it  ;D

BG: I live with my sister, L, and her young daughter, G, in the middle of a fairly large college town. She's lived here while obtaining 2 seperate degrees for nearly 7 years, and knows a lot of people. I'm just here to help until she obtains her masters. endBG

Last year around Homecoming L told me that she was having a few people over for the weekend. I wouldn't have minded, but she didn't think to tell me until the afternoon everyone started to arrive. That evening we entertained about 7 ladies for dinner, and L asked me to stay in that night and watch G while they went out to party later that night. Ok fine. I just asked that they keep they noise down while they were in the house because I had to be up at 530am to get ready for work. Of course they were loud and raucous the whole evening before they left. It took me several hours to get G to go to sleep because of the noise. Whenever I went to ask them to keep it down they giggled at me and went right back to what they were doing. I suffered 2 days of this until Homecoming weekend was over. The best part? They left alcohol bottles and partially filled cups on the table where my niece could get to them. She's 3 and most likely would have tried to drink out of the cups since they looked like they had juice in them. Also, they managed to break my lamp before leaving. I wish I could tell my sister not to have these people over again, but as she's paying the rent I have little say about it. I'm planning on taking G home to see my parents this Homecoming weekend whether L has friends over or not. She's usually a very responsible mother, but something about being around her sorority sisters brings out the idiot in her  :-\
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Post by: BarensMom on September 14, 2013, 10:08:24 AM
(snip)
The best part? They left alcohol bottles and partially filled cups on the table where my niece could get to them. She's 3 and most likely would have tried to drink out of the cups since they looked like they had juice in them.
(snip)

I would have a talk with your sister about that - that could be construed as child endangerment.  What if niece had woken up and gotten to the cups before you were able to remove them?  (I'm assuming that you had to clean up the mess because sister was sleeping it off.)

Is sister and niece living with you or are you living with them?  If the former, I would demand payment for the lamp and tell sister her sorority sisters are no longer welcome (they have a chapter house, let them party there).  If the latter, put your stuff in storage until you move out, which would be sooner rather than later.
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Post by: CrazyDaffodilLady on September 14, 2013, 10:53:58 AM
I let my yard guy bring his family over to use my pool.  It was summer, so the kids werenít in school, but he insisted that Saturday was the only day they could come.  Saturday is a bad day for me because I have to be at work very early on Sunday.  I finally agreed on Saturday if they left by 6 p.m.  They showed up at 5:30.

Yard guy arrived with a bunch of guys (no women), including four young children, two very rowdy teenaged nephews, and assorted relatives and friends.  They proceeded to have a raucous party that didnít include me.  I was so distressed by the teenagersí behavior that I went into my house and stayed there, hoping my neighbors wouldnít call the police.

They did not bring their own insect repellant, sunscreen, towels, food or drinks, other than beer for the adults.  I offered what I had.  The kids went through all my soft drinks and a case of bottled water.  I put out chips and trail mix, which the kids didnít touch.  When they were leaving, the kids asked for a plastic bag (I assumed for wet swim suits) and dumped every bit of the food into the bag to take home with them. 

When they finally left, there was a huge mess, and I had to stay up past my bedtime to clean it up.  I was fatigued and crabby the rest of the week.

Every year since, Yard Guy hints about bringing his family over, and I completely ignore him.

This year, Yard Guy is babysitting his toddler grandson part time, and he brought the grandson with him for me to watch while he worked.  I put a fast stop to that. 
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Post by: Corvid on September 14, 2013, 11:08:41 AM
I let my yard guy bring his family over to use my pool.  It was summer, so the kids werenít in school, but he insisted that Saturday was the only day they could come.  Saturday is a bad day for me because I have to be at work very early on Sunday.  I finally agreed on Saturday if they left by 6 p.m.  They showed up at 5:30.

Yard guy arrived with a bunch of guys (no women), including four young children, two very rowdy teenaged nephews, and assorted relatives and friends.  They proceeded to have a raucous party that didnít include me.  I was so distressed by the teenagersí behavior that I went into my house and stayed there, hoping my neighbors wouldnít call the police.

They did not bring their own insect repellant, sunscreen, towels, food or drinks, other than beer for the adults.  I offered what I had.  The kids went through all my soft drinks and a case of bottled water.  I put out chips and trail mix, which the kids didnít touch.  When they were leaving, the kids asked for a plastic bag (I assumed for wet swim suits) and dumped every bit of the food into the bag to take home with them. 

When they finally left, there was a huge mess, and I had to stay up past my bedtime to clean it up.  I was fatigued and crabby the rest of the week.

Every year since, Yard Guy hints about bringing his family over, and I completely ignore him.

This year, Yard Guy is babysitting his toddler grandson part time, and he brought the grandson with him for me to watch while he worked.  I put a fast stop to that.

I assume he's a really good yard guy for you to keep him on after those shenanigans. 

I think I probably would have reminded him when he arrived at 5:30 that we had agreed use of the pool would end at 6:00 so obviously, since that would only give him half an hour, it wasn't going to work out today and we'd have to plan for another time.  When the subject came up again, if I were still inclined to allow him to use my pool, I'd have let him know that I only expected him and his children, period.  Of course, I know that's moot now, since you have gone with the wise "No way in e-hell ever again" option.
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Post by: miladyrose on September 14, 2013, 11:14:29 AM
(snip)
The best part? They left alcohol bottles and partially filled cups on the table where my niece could get to them. She's 3 and most likely would have tried to drink out of the cups since they looked like they had juice in them.
(snip)

I would have a talk with your sister about that - that could be construed as child endangerment.  What if niece had woken up and gotten to the cups before you were able to remove them?  (I'm assuming that you had to clean up the mess because sister was sleeping it off.)

Is sister and niece living with you or are you living with them?  If the former, I would demand payment for the lamp and tell sister her sorority sisters are no longer welcome (they have a chapter house, let them party there).  If the latter, put your stuff in storage until you move out, which would be sooner rather than later.

I'm Gs live-in nanny until my sister graduates this December, but when this happened I worked a regular job. I told L then that she couldn't have people over acting like that again and we haven't had a problem since. She usually isn't that irresponsible so I'm hoping that either she won't have those girls over or that I'll have enough advance notice next time to take G home to visit the grandparents. I wasn't too worried about the lamp since it was a thrift store find, but I've made it clear since if her people break anything they're paying for it. Thankfully I got to the drinks before G got up. I know I would have been blamed if she had gotten into them  ::)
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Post by: mumma to KMC on September 14, 2013, 01:21:20 PM
My in laws are never allowed at my house again because no one tells me that they will discipline my child.
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Post by: Shalamar on September 14, 2013, 05:21:48 PM
This is slightly different, because my family was the guests in this case.   When I was 12, my parents and I visited my grandparents in London (my dad's parents).  I asked for and received permission to go for a walk after dinner.   I soon got hopelessly lost and wandered around for what seemed like hours until my dad found me.   He took me back to my grandparents' house, and that was that ...

... Not as far as my grandmother was concerned, however.   She asked my parents what they were going to do to me to punish me for scaring everyone like that.   Mum pointed out that I was shaking and crying, not to mention the fact that I hadn't gotten lost on purpose.   Nana's response:   "You should beat the hell out of her to make sure she never does anything like that again."   She was scandalized and disbelieving when Mum said quietly "We don't hit our daughter."

Dad had always had a strained relationship with his mother; that gave a hint as to why.   He confessed many years later that she was always free with her fists, even when he was tiny.    :(
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Post by: JustEstelle on September 14, 2013, 05:42:06 PM
One summer when I was a kid, one of our relatives came to live with us for a few weeks to get away from her abusive soon-to-be ex-husband.  It's been so long ago now (and I was just a kid and not privy to "big people talk") that I'm not entirely certain of how it came about for her to stay with us.  I'm not sure if she came to my parents for help and they offered her a safe haven or if she just informed them that she was coming to stay.  Knowing this relative, either could have happened.

And she was bringing her dependent son with her too.  While I was at an age where I would be okay with someone just around within earshot if I needed them, the son needed supervision pretty much all the time, even though he was quite a bit older than me (developmental issues).  So that fell to my parents and me when Relative was at work.  Dad worked night shift full time and Mom worked part time at the local store.  Plus having to watch Relative's son while Relative was at work.  Anything of mine that the son saw that he liked became his.  Didn't matter what it was or that it had been a gift to me.  It became his.  I don't want to go into a lot of detail, but I'll just say that this wasn't a little kid who didn't know any better.  This was someone who should have been given boundaries early on but it had never happened because of his "condition."  I'd try to hide my things, but he'd find them, digging through drawers and closets to see what he could find.  My mother let this behavior slide for a bit, until he started stealing my school supplies that we'd set aside for me.  My parents didn't make a lot of money, and they just couldn't allow the things they'd bought me for school to be taken away like that.  Mom confronted the son, read him the riot act about what he'd done, he tearfully apologized to me (I really don't think he had a clue that it was wrong to take things from me), and I got my stuff back.

Also, Relative took it upon herself to "police" my chores.  One of my chores was to make sure that the dishes were washed, dried and put away; I often wiped while my mom washed.  Mom didn't have a problem with how I did it, as I did it how she'd taught me.  Relative, however, did have a problem and announced that she was going to start "inspection" on my chores and make me do over anything that wasn't up to her standards.  I don't remember that I actually said anything to her, but I do know that I gave her a look that said, "Oh, yeah?  You and what army?"  I did say something to my mom about it, and she spoke with Relative and let her know that it wasn't her place to monitor my chores.

The straw that broke the camel's back - and got these people out of our home - was when my dad found out that the soon-to-be-ex-H was stalking Relative.  There were some tools and bundles of fencing material that Relative had given us that suddenly disappeared one night while Dad was at work.  And then, a day or two after that, Dad and I were outside and saw the man drive past our house (over 40 miles from where the guy lived) really slowly, checking things out.  When the man saw my dad, he sped up and drove on.  Mom and Dad had a talk with Relative soon after that and made it clear that our family - Dad, Mom, and me - came first and that they would not allow anyone to live there if it made our home unsafe and we definitely felt unsafe if someone was coming onto the property in dark of night and taking our stuff.

I think Relative and her son did maybe spend a few random nights with us after that, but never anything long-term, and well after the ex-H had passed away and was no longer a threat.
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Post by: *inviteseller on September 14, 2013, 09:26:30 PM
Whew...finished reading all of these!  My jaw has been scraping the floor for over an hour now. 

For my story..I gritted my teeth every other Christmas knowing I would be hosting my step sister, her husband and their eventual child, but as they live 8 hours away and only came every other year I just dealt with it...until I finally had had enough
(Sorry..Long)
First time - This was the first time I had spent any time with my BIL and it took about 5 minutes to realize I really did not like him.  He is a loud mouth know it all, but for the sake of harmony I kept my mouth shut (trust me, that is no easy feat for me!).  He kept following me into my kitchen (that was very small) and telling me how to make things.  Ummmm..my holiday meals were always very well received so I didn't need help and he was in my way.  Step mom finally told him to sit down and leave me alone.  Now, I like when people eat, I cook a lot of food and even with my parents, my step brother and these 2, my DD and myself there should have been left overs..I say should have.  I have never seen 2 people load up on food like these 2 did.  I have oversize plates I use for these meals and these plates were literally overflowing!  Not only did they each have 3-4 helpings of everything (while we all sat wide eyes) but they drank 2 gallons of milk!  Then complained when things ran out!  I have never had anything run out!  When they left I realized they drank all the milk without telling me leaving my then 2 yr old with no milk!
Second time- Different place, slightly larger but I still hated anyone in my kitchen when I am doing things but he was my shadow.  Again, ate like it was the first and last meal they would ever have, but thankfully my dad gave me the idea to not put all the food out so we would have some left overs for both myself and parents to take home.  Hid extra milk too.  Step sis had just had their son and was BF'ing..no problem other than she decides to feed him at meal time in front of all of us with absolutely no cover.  Glad she was ok with it..my father and her brother were not.  I gently hinted that she could use my room but she said no, she was fine and continued shoveling food in her mouth while we were all staring at the turkey carcass. 
Third time - Their son was now 3 and they let him do whatever he wanted.  He got upstairs and went under my sink and got the windex out and was spraying it everywhere.  My DD, who was 9 found him.  She brought him back down (I was getting the buffet set up) and told his parents what he did but said she didn't believe he had ingested any.  I was then treated to a 20 minute lecture about why I should have baby proofed my home.  I finally said "I don't have a baby, they do and should have been watching him."  He told me "Your DD should be watching him, we are guests".  By this time, between him putting on a football game on TV loudly and the kid running and screaming constantly, my poor dad had developed an eye twitch and I wanted them to just leave.  Again, ate like barbarians, loaded their sons plate up and he just threw it all over my floors (they didn't clean it up or attempt to stop him, my step mom did).
Straw that broke the camels back - The year my little one was 1, they were coming again, having not been for a the last year due to weather.  My dad calls me about 3 pm Christmas Eve to give me the heads up that I am going to get a phone call asking me to change the time of the meal because they had to be back to work the day after Christmas but still wanted to have dinner (remember, they live 8 hours away).  I told my dad they can ask but dinner was 5 pm like it was every single blessed year.  So an hour later step BIL calls and says "I need to ask a big favor,  We have to work the 26th and it is a long drive back but we want a Christmas meal, so can you make it earlier?"  I bit, just to see what he would ask (dad didn't specify the time they were asking for) and he said "Noon".  Pardon?  You want me to have a turkey, a ham, and the various sides all done at noon because you twits can't plan to come down when you have time off?  (This part was said in my head!).  I just said that that would be impossible as the morning is spent with my kids opening gifts and having breakfast, that I would have to start cooking at about 6 am and myself and SO were up late anyways getting the gifts under the tree and doing some of the food prep.  He then whined (not attractive) "what are we supposed to do?  How will our son have a holiday meal?  You have to change this!"  I calmly told him no, wasn't going to do it.  He hung up, I called my dad and him, my step mom, my SO and I shared a good laugh.  My poor step brother, who they were staying with apologized to me for their rudeness.  They ended up coming over unannounced on Christmas Eve, where the son repeatedly harassed my SO's dog(we put up a baby gate to keep the dog from mauling this kid) and were treated to why my step BIL is the smartest man in the whole.wide.world. because he knows EVERYTHING!  Finally, I looked at my watch and said, goodness, if we are going to be there, we have to leave now.  Thankfully, my SO and older DD played along with this lie, they left and we drove around looking at Christmas lights just to get out of the house!  They have never been back and I told my parents I would never host them again.
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Post by: Pen^2 on September 15, 2013, 12:59:04 AM
This happened to my husband's cousin, who is something like a younger brother to me (when he left home, I taught him how to shop for groceries, how to cook, how to do laundry, etc.)

He had an interstate friend over for a week and was very much looking forward to it. He hadn't seen this guy since early high school. Unfortunately, it seems that his "friend" hadn't matured since then. If anything, he'd regressed. He was a total idiot.

The first night, cousin was awoken by his "friend" emptying a 2L container of milk all over him and his bed. "Friend" though this was hilarious, and wouldn't understand why cousin was upset at being woken up rudely and having to wash not only his bedclothes, but also the surrounding carpet and wipe the entire bedframe and walls so they didn't stink of off-milk in a day or two.

Cousin began to lock his door whenever possible and rapidly child-proofed his apartment. Anything which was easily flammable or expensive was hidden away under lock and key. But it turns out "child-proofing" is much easier than "idiot-proofing", because idiots are more able than children at organising alcohol-fueled parties without telling the host of said party beforehand. Idiot adults are also more adept at breaking large things than children.

Initially Cousin was upset that "friend" wasn't the person he fondly remembered him as from school, but this feeling was quickly replaced by loathing and finally the much-desired "thankdeityhesgone" feeling.
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Post by: Venus193 on September 15, 2013, 06:15:56 AM
I would have thrown the guy out on his ear for that stunt and made him buy new sheets, mattress, and carpet.
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Post by: hjaye on September 23, 2013, 05:21:23 PM
I guess I have to thank my lucky starts I donít have any stories that come close to the egregious behavior displayed by the rude guests in the stories in this thread.

I did have one guest though whose behavior took me by surprise.

We have a group of friends that we play cards with on a monthly basis.  We alternate the house we go to every month, and this particular month it was my wife and I turn to host.  One couple that came was Ted and Alice.  Alice is a charming sweet lady.  Refined, well educated, and a pleasure to be around.  Ted was always a bit strange.  He is the brother of the wife of one of the other couples that were in the group.  The other couple was Bob and Carol.  Bob had made some comments at times concerning his BIL Ted that led me to believe he wasnít a big fan.

This particular night, things were starting to wind down, I was standing talking with some of the other people in the group.  Alice was not playing, we had an odd number of players and she was happy to sit and chat between games (we also socialized over dinner and then later dessert), and she had a book she could read while people were playing.  She was sitting in one of my recliners and had actually dozed off. 

That was fine, my recliners are very comfortable and she wasnít the first person to fall prey to its soothing charm.   Ted was still playing, his partner was actually his brother who was visiting from out of town and joined us for the evening.  The other two players were Bob and Carol, so it was a table comprised of family.

Bob and Tedís brother were talking, I donít know what they were saying, but Ted took offense.  He stood up, started swearing, saying he didnít have to listen to this @#$%, plus a few other choice phrases.  He looked over to Alice and said ďCome on, weíre leavingĒ.  Alice had no idea what was going on, she had been dozing, Ted swore some more, again told his wife to get up, and before he even gave her a chance to respond, he stormed out the door, got in the car and left.
Bob and Carol ended up giving Alice a ride home, which was forty miles out of their way so they werenít too happy with Ted.

The aftermath is that this was the straw that broke the back for Alice.  Somehow in the fallout to all of this she found out that Ted had a girlfriend, he had been spending a lot of money on her (Ted had been out of work for a long time and had only recently started working, so in essence Alice had been paying for all the gifts to Tedís GF)She has filed for divorce, and needless to say I donít have to worry about ever hosting Ted at my house again.

I asked Bob what the conversation had been at the table that got Ted all worked out, and he was pretty much baffled about what set him off.  But according to him, this was just another in a long line of events of strange things that would set Ted off on some rampage over perceived insults.
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Post by: heyyoume on September 24, 2013, 12:39:47 AM
Our never coming back guest is my BIL.  He is in our town once a month for work and once in a while would come and stay the night.  He's got a chip on his shoulder about not being loved by the family (adopted) so we'd get him in the food he liked and basically try to be hospitable.  Well, we were obviously too hospitable because over time he went from being a greatful house guest to complaining if the hospitality wasn't up to our "normal" standard.  He also stopped visiting with us and would just play on the PC.

His last visit we'd just been in a serious accident and were both recuperating and not up to visitors but he begged and we gave in.  He was meant to stay for one night but ended up there for two...  in no particular order he:

- complained because I ate his chips (yes the ones I paid for that I had been saving as a treat)
- asked me to lend him a hundred for petrol
- asked me to go to the store and buy him smokes
- hit on the victim support counsellor (around because of the accident)
- asked me (while recuperating) to wash his car because I was off work and he was tired

All of those had become fairly typical and we were pretty good at laying boundaries and didn't feel they were egregious enough issues over which to turf family out. 

However, he made a mistake when he went out to get his smokes (the ones I wouldn't buy him) and didn't log out of the dating site he had been on.  When I went on to check email I found a series of messages where he was arranging a one night rendezvous with a stranger in our house after we had gone to bed.    So I checked web history - and found all the interesting material he had been browsing while being holed up in our study.

In my home?  I don't think so.

The rest of the family think I am a complete monster but anyone who would abuse my hospitality in that way is NEVER welcome back.   
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Post by: Tini on September 24, 2013, 04:34:44 AM
My best friend for a while at university got the cut direct and never got invited again in one fell swoop. Let's call here Antje, 'cause that was her name.
I'd changed courses and made some new friends, and she got incredibly jealous. I was really clueless about that kind of thing (someone jealous? of ME having friends? never! I'm not worth it!), and just invited her to come along to a party at my school. We met up at the place of one of my new female friends who'd promised to do my make-up. Cue the first attack of jealousy. She wanted to have her make-up done, too. New friend suggests thinning out her eyebrows a bit. Tweezer barely touched her and she BELLOWED in pain, much like a small child will exaggerate the tiny bump against the table after you've told them off for something, to demonstrate that they are really the wronged party here.
Well, we went to the party and after ended up at said new friends place again. Antje got hungry. Friend said, well, you can make yourself a cheese sandwich. Off she went to the fridge. When she came back, she'd put all the cheese in the sandwich - the entire packet of sliced cheese. New friend (who was also just a poor student, plus this was late on Saturday and shops did not open on Sunday) lost it a bit and said, how much cheese did you put in there?!

Antje's reply? 'As much cheese as I needed to make it a nice sandwich for me, I'm hungry after all!'

Yeah, no.

I rang her the next day, and the first thing she said to me was 'I know what you are thinking, but I'm not jealous.'

I said, 'Sure, but in that case you have even less of an excuse for behaving like a spoilt brat all evening. I was embarrassed to have taken you.'

And that was pretty much that. I think the fact that I'm a fairly motherly creature with my friends misguided her into thinking that all the things I did for her on a regular basis were her due and she owned me. Nu-uh. Looking back, she was one of those people who never reciprocated and acted really put out when you asked them for a favour. More fool me for having stuck with her that long. I really did not miss her, which surprised me a bit.
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Post by: Shalamar on September 24, 2013, 10:22:08 AM
heyyoume's story reminds me of a babysitter we used to have.  She wasn't a very good babysitter (she barely interacted with our kids), but she was all we could get one evening.  We came home unexpectedly early and found her downstairs in our study.  That was already a bit weird (the kids were asleep upstairs; why was she in the study, as opposed to, say, the livingroom)?  After she'd left, we found that she'd installed MSN Messenger on our computer (strike 1 - do NOT touch our computer, and strike 2, do NOT install software without asking us first).   Not only that, but because we'd gotten home before she'd expected us, she hadn't had a chance to close down her chat window, and we found that she was talking to a boy about - well, let's just say the same act that made Monica Lewinsky famous.   :o  Strike 3.

We didn't hire her again.
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Post by: Amara on September 24, 2013, 11:11:57 AM
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I found a series of messages where he was arranging a one night rendezvous with a stranger in our house after we had gone to bed.

:o Amazing >:( Infuriating. ::) Unbelievable. Cut direct worthy--forever.
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Post by: siamesecat2965 on September 24, 2013, 12:25:22 PM
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I found a series of messages where he was arranging a one night rendezvous with a stranger in our house after we had gone to bed.

:o Amazing >:( Infuriating. ::) Unbelievable. Cut direct worthy--forever.

Oh this reminded me of not my guest, but a friends.  Several years back, was my 25th HS reunion. And someone I had been pretty good friends with in HS, who happens to live literally around the corner from me, was going, (susan) and would be staying at another friend's house (we live about 45 mins from where we went to school).(Jane)

All was well and good, except Susan, shall we say, "hooked up" with another classmate, Peter, and invited Peter back with her to Jane's house, where she was staying!!! Jane said she didn't know Peter, hadn't known him in school (I did, as we sat next to each other in homeroom sr. year), and was quite upset with Susan for not only inviting a stranger back to HER home, but she's pretty sure there was some scrabble being played as well! Jane also told us she slept with her purse next to her in her room!

since reconnecting with Jane at said reunion, I have been to several casual getogethers at her house, and even stayed overnight at one.  In her daughter's room. I don't know if that's where Susan and Peter were, but blech. Jane did say they stripped the bed, but ewww. who does that?

Jane is one of the most gracious hostesses I know, but I think this took it bit to far. And between that, and several other smaller "issues" I don't know that Jane adn Susan are really that close anymore.
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Post by: Virg on September 24, 2013, 01:16:06 PM
Shalamar wrote:

"Not only that, but because we'd gotten home before she'd expected us, she hadn't had a chance to close down her chat window, and we found that she was talking to a boy about - well, let's just say the same act that made Monica Lewinsky famous."

Wait, she was talking to a boy about getting intimate with the President?  I'm not sure I'd have cut off someone who's got connections in the White House.  >:D

Virg
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Post by: Shalamar on September 24, 2013, 03:04:41 PM
Dang!  I've been wondering why those Secret Service guys keep hanging around our house and glaring at me.   ;D
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Post by: Tea Drinker on September 24, 2013, 04:20:41 PM
Shalamar wrote:

"Not only that, but because we'd gotten home before she'd expected us, she hadn't had a chance to close down her chat window, and we found that she was talking to a boy about - well, let's just say the same act that made Monica Lewinsky famous."

Wait, she was talking to a boy about getting intimate with the President?  I'm not sure I'd have cut off someone who's got connections in the White House.  >:D

Virg

You definitely win the thread. I literally laughed out loud.
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Post by: MamaMootz on September 25, 2013, 02:54:14 PM
heyyoume's story reminds me of a babysitter we used to have.  She wasn't a very good babysitter (she barely interacted with our kids), but she was all we could get one evening.  We came home unexpectedly early and found her downstairs in our study.  That was already a bit weird (the kids were asleep upstairs; why was she in the study, as opposed to, say, the livingroom)?  After she'd left, we found that she'd installed MSN Messenger on our computer (strike 1 - do NOT touch our computer, and strike 2, do NOT install software without asking us first).   Not only that, but because we'd gotten home before she'd expected us, she hadn't had a chance to close down her chat window, and we found that she was talking to a boy about - well, let's just say the same act that made Monica Lewinsky famous.   :o  Strike 3.

We didn't hire her again.

That one would have caused me to print out the chat transcript and get in touch with said babysitter's parents.
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Post by: ladyknight1 on September 26, 2013, 06:24:05 PM
My DH's second cousins came to visit twice. Each time, I noticed more and more DVDs missing. We have over 1000, and have  spreadsheet to keep track of where they are stored in our place. Each visit, we would be missing 2-3 discs and cases and at least 3 more discs, but the cases were left. Biggest issue? Many of them were not available at the time they were taken, so we had to either do without or find a second hand copy to replace it.

Never coming back.
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Post by: StarDrifter on September 27, 2013, 05:52:58 AM
The worst guest we've had was DH's cousin who came to visit three days(!) after I'd been discharged from hospital after having Baby Wolverine taken out manually.
I was in some serious pain (but I was also on good drugs so that helped a lot) and struggling with bf'ing. We were comp feeding Wolvie (so, as long on breast as she could handle then a formula top-up).
Cousin came over with her two terrors of children - aged two and four - who proceeded to terrorise our cats until they retreated to the roof of the fernery. They then demanded snacks and Cousin got upset when we didn't have anything 'kid appropriate' because "You've got a child now, you need to have snacks for kids to eat!" - please note. Baby Wolverine was less than 2 weeks old at this stage, not so much into snacks, yet.

She then proceeded to give me a lecture about bf'ing and how feeding Wolvie "like that" - ie, topping her up with formula - was going to "make her fat".

When she left (after three hours, when Husband said 'I think Drifter and Wolvie need to sleep, we'll see you at Christmas') Husband went to make Wolvie's bottle and discovered that the tin of formula had been up-ended into the bin, making it unusable.
This was a probably 7/8 full tin of formula that had cost $29.
Husband called his cousin and read her the riot act, and she decided to get sanctimonious about it, saying she had only done it 'for the good of the baby - Drifter's not trying hard enough to bf and having the formula in the house is going to make her lazy!'.

Yeah, we've double-checked the arrangements for Christmas so that we won't be at DH's aunty's place the same day as Cousin and her spawn. As have the rest of Husband's brothers and his parents. I'm proud to say that my MIL actually called her sister (Cousin's mum) and asked her what the hell her daughter was thinking when she did that. I didn't ask her to, in fact it was DH who told her the story in the first place, but I did get a lovely phone call from DH's aunty apologising for her daughters' behaviour.
Aunty is welcome at our house. Cousin is NOT.
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Post by: Piratelvr1121 on September 27, 2013, 06:12:44 AM
WOW!!!  So glad to hear that at least the aunty set her daughter straight on that count, as having used formula before, I'd be livid if someone dumped my only container in the trash, as it's not cheap and this last time around I was not on WIC so we were paying for it ourselves.  :P Boy does that add up but I figured it was worth it for peace of mind. (previous bf'ing attempts were frustrating and stressful)

I wouldn't want that cousin around me either!
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Post by: The TARDIS on September 27, 2013, 08:32:00 PM
I had just moved into my very first apartment and I really liked it. No one had ever lived in it and I spent a lot of time decorating it and everything. I was quite pleased. Then, I invited this guy I was friends with at the time over and he brought a couple of friends who were visiting him. These guys were the type who thought they were so cool that everyone should just be overjoyed to be in their presence. They came in my apartment and wandered around eating my food and telling stupid stories. Then, one of them walked over to my bookshelf, grabbed my leather Bible that my Mom had got me (which was pretty expensive, not to mention, it was a *Bible*). He took it, held it up in the air, and said "This is what we think of Bibles!" and ripped it up right in front of me! My mouth dropped open and I was speechless! The guy that I had invited over, then said, "Uh, we better get going," and I said "Yeah, I think so." Man, that still makes me angry to think about it.

O_O

Holy wibbly wobbly timey wimey CRUD MONKEYS!! You are much kinder than I, for if that occurred in my house I would be cross enough to bodily drag that person from my home by the most painful part of his anatomy and insist he reimburse the cost of the property he destroyed. Complete with threats of a lawsuit. Yes I know it is extreme, however I will go to extremes to ensure the safety of my personal affects.
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Post by: Mel the Redcap on September 28, 2013, 12:15:07 AM
When she left (after three hours, when Husband said 'I think Drifter and Wolvie need to sleep, we'll see you at Christmas') Husband went to make Wolvie's bottle and discovered that the tin of formula had been up-ended into the bin, making it unusable.
This was a probably 7/8 full tin of formula that had cost $29.
Husband called his cousin and read her the riot act, and she decided to get sanctimonious about it, saying she had only done it 'for the good of the baby - Drifter's not trying hard enough to bf and having the formula in the house is going to make her lazy!'.

...y'know, my involuntary reaction to reading that was to say, out loud, a word that would get me in trouble if I posted it here. :P Good on you for standing up for yourselves, and good on Auntie!
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Post by: Iris on September 28, 2013, 12:26:33 AM
siamesecat's story reminded me of one. Waaaay back in my uni days two friends and I were renting a house together. Since it was so convenient to town often friends would crash in our lounge room if they couldn't get home safely. We had no problem with this - the more the merrier!

Until the night that one friend bought a partner home with him. To our lounge room. The lounge room through which we had to pass to get ANYWHERE in the house (including the bathroom and kitchen) from our bedrooms. So we were essentially trapped in our rooms unless we wanted to see something we didn't want to see. One of my friends was eventually desperate enough to go to the bathroom that he *ran* through the lounge room, averting his gaze and mentally going "Lalalala". He heard enough to confirm our suspicions though. Mind you, this was the next morning so they didn't even have alcohol as an excuse. Yeah, he didn't stay at our house after that.

Of course these days I'd be more likely to just interrupt and kick them out but we were fresh out of high school and all raised in fairly conservative families so we had no clue what we could do.
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Post by: nuit93 on September 28, 2013, 02:16:12 AM
When I was in college, I shared an apartment with a friend of mine.  One of our first nights there, we had a small party with a few friends and a fair bit of alcohol.

One of the guests was a guy I was sort of seeing.  He...overindulged, for starters.  To the point of vomiting and then passing out in our only bathroom.  Since he was kind of a big guy, physically picking him up and moving him was not really possible.  Prior to this he had also been hitting on one of the female guests and making her uncomfortable.

'Sort of seeing' turned into 'yeah, I don't think we can even be friends now, g'bye'.
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Post by: Otterpop on September 28, 2013, 08:39:44 AM
We had DH's coworker and then fiance over for lunch at our first house.  The house was small and 50 years old but we could afford it and were fixing it up ourselves. 

Fiance kept saying she "would never buy a house with..." in every room.  At the end of the "tour" she said she'd never buy a house over 10 years old, so small and in such an old neighborhood  (Well, lucky we aren't forcing you to buy it!).

By the end of the visit I was done with her.  Coworker was lovely and seemed embarrassed, but we did not ask them to stay for a movie or snacks or anything.  We never had them over again.

And oh yeah, the eventual marriage lasted two years.  Don't know how he lasted so long.
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Post by: Diane AKA Traska on September 28, 2013, 10:31:15 AM
When she left (after three hours, when Husband said 'I think Drifter and Wolvie need to sleep, we'll see you at Christmas') Husband went to make Wolvie's bottle and discovered that the tin of formula had been up-ended into the bin, making it unusable.
This was a probably 7/8 full tin of formula that had cost $29.
Husband called his cousin and read her the riot act, and she decided to get sanctimonious about it, saying she had only done it 'for the good of the baby - Drifter's not trying hard enough to bf and having the formula in the house is going to make her lazy!'.

...y'know, my involuntary reaction to reading that was to say, out loud, a word that would get me in trouble if I posted it here. :P Good on you for standing up for yourselves, and good on Auntie!

I've got to say, the dumping of formula is bad enough... but the follow up would leave me tempted to cut direct.  That's abominable... and this coming from someone who doesn't like formula at all (fortunately, since I'll never be using it, my opinion matter not one whit.)
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Post by: CrochetFanatic on September 28, 2013, 01:45:32 PM
When she left (after three hours, when Husband said 'I think Drifter and Wolvie need to sleep, we'll see you at Christmas') Husband went to make Wolvie's bottle and discovered that the tin of formula had been up-ended into the bin, making it unusable.
This was a probably 7/8 full tin of formula that had cost $29.
Husband called his cousin and read her the riot act, and she decided to get sanctimonious about it, saying she had only done it 'for the good of the baby - Drifter's not trying hard enough to bf and having the formula in the house is going to make her lazy!'.

...y'know, my involuntary reaction to reading that was to say, out loud, a word that would get me in trouble if I posted it here. :P Good on you for standing up for yourselves, and good on Auntie!

I've got to say, the dumping of formula is bad enough... but the follow up would leave me tempted to cut direct.  That's abominable... and this coming from someone who doesn't like formula at all (fortunately, since I'll never be using it, my opinion matter not one whit.)

I'm pretty sure I know the answer, but did she at least reimburse you for the property she destroyed? 

Either way, that's enough to get a "How dare you; we're done" reaction.
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Post by: StarDrifter on September 29, 2013, 08:22:12 AM
When she left (after three hours, when Husband said 'I think Drifter and Wolvie need to sleep, we'll see you at Christmas') Husband went to make Wolvie's bottle and discovered that the tin of formula had been up-ended into the bin, making it unusable.
This was a probably 7/8 full tin of formula that had cost $29.
Husband called his cousin and read her the riot act, and she decided to get sanctimonious about it, saying she had only done it 'for the good of the baby - Drifter's not trying hard enough to bf and having the formula in the house is going to make her lazy!'.

...y'know, my involuntary reaction to reading that was to say, out loud, a word that would get me in trouble if I posted it here. :P Good on you for standing up for yourselves, and good on Auntie!

I've got to say, the dumping of formula is bad enough... but the follow up would leave me tempted to cut direct.  That's abominable... and this coming from someone who doesn't like formula at all (fortunately, since I'll never be using it, my opinion matter not one whit.)

I'm pretty sure I know the answer, but did she at least reimburse you for the property she destroyed? 

Either way, that's enough to get a "How dare you; we're done" reaction.

No, we didn't get reimbursed from Cousin, but Aunty came over and apologised in person for Cousin's actions, apparently is sneakier than I give her credit for because I didn't even notice her going into the kitchen where she noted what formula we were using and got us a fresh tin which she dropped off the next day.
I'm sad to say that Cousin used to be a lovely person, until she divorced her first husband not long before I married my Husband, and then took up with her new beau. He has been an horrific influence on both her and her child, and it's almost sad to see that Cousin's ex-husband actually has a better rel@tionship with Cousin's family (including us!) than Cousin herself has.
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Post by: Mediancat on October 03, 2013, 11:59:08 AM
Back when DH was BF, I had my best friend and her SO over (don't remember if they were just dating or engaged by then)

Anyway, I had really good hearing and was rather squicked out by them being all over each other while we were trying to visit with them. I could hear her whispering highly inappropriate things to him. (inappropriate for me to hear anyway. I'm pretty sure she didn't realize I could hear it and I was too embarrassed to say anything)

Well their game of touchy-feely kept progressing until she asked me to borrow my Mother and Dad's bed!  :-X (I still lived at home and parents were out of town)

I had no spine at the time and let them use the bed, while BF and I went to my room since it was on the opposite end of the house. I could hear WAY more than I wanted, even then, so we left and got some ice cream.

Put a sign on the bedroom door to keep my brother from walking in on them if he came home before I got back. Didn't invite them over again but we are still friends.

Got to here and realized I had nearly the same thing happen to -- well, near -- me once. I was visiting my old college shortly after I graduated, and visiting with one of my friends (J) one Saturday night -- there was another sophomore (N)  in the dorm room, and a prospective student.

It was a four-way conversation, but soon N and the prospective began flirting as though J and I weren't in the room -- and then doing more than flirting -- and then lying down and beginning to do other things entirely, which involved the removal of their clothes.

I was stunned -- this was a college dorm room, after all, maybe 100 square feet all told, and it;s not like it wasn't obvious J and I were still in the room. J herself, being a bit faster on her feet than I was, grabbed my shoulder and pulled me out of the room, fast enough that she didn't even have time to grab her shoes.

J and I ran across N and the prospective the next morning. N didn't want to talk. The prosepctive was grinning and unapologetic.

J kept talking to N, if i recall, but he was never allowed in her dorm room again.

Rob
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Post by: FauxFoodist on October 03, 2013, 02:22:20 PM
siamesecat's story reminded me of one. Waaaay back in my uni days two friends and I were renting a house together. Since it was so convenient to town often friends would crash in our lounge room if they couldn't get home safely. We had no problem with this - the more the merrier!

Until the night that one friend bought a partner home with him. To our lounge room. The lounge room through which we had to pass to get ANYWHERE in the house (including the bathroom and kitchen) from our bedrooms. So we were essentially trapped in our rooms unless we wanted to see something we didn't want to see. One of my friends was eventually desperate enough to go to the bathroom that he *ran* through the lounge room, averting his gaze and mentally going "Lalalala". He heard enough to confirm our suspicions though. Mind you, this was the next morning so they didn't even have alcohol as an excuse. Yeah, he didn't stay at our house after that.

Of course these days I'd be more likely to just interrupt and kick them out but we were fresh out of high school and all raised in fairly conservative families so we had no clue what we could do.

I have to admit I wasn't this "polite" when my housemates and I ran into this problem.

Three females and I (all college students at the time) shared a house.  Three of us each had a bedroom in the house and the fourth, whose parents owned the house, had the guesthouse in the backyard.  We had a party, and one of our guests (who was also a friend and fellow college classmate) wanted to be alone with his girlfriend in one of our bedrooms as they both still lived at home (we were all either adult teens or in our early twenties at the time).  I said no (I recall my answer being something like, "If anyone is going to be intimate in my bedroom, it's going to be ME so, sorry, but NO."  I told him he could try asking the others and didn't think anything of it until near the end of the party.

I was too drunk to drive and some of our guests needed a ride home.  GuesthouseHousemate said she was fine and would give everyone a ride; she just needed to retrieve her keys from her room so she went out to the guesthouse to do this.  A couple of minutes later, she comes rushing back into the house.

GH -- "David and Donna are in my room making out!"
Me -- "Oh, you actually told David he could use your room?  The rest of us all told him no."
GH -- "NO!  David said he needed to talk to Donna alone and asked if he could use my room for privacy so I said yes."
Me -- "Yeah, David was lying.  David asked each of us if he could use our bedrooms to play scrabble with Donna, and we all said no."
GH -- "Well, my keys are in there, and I can't get them."
Me -- "I'll get them.  I don't care; we need to get these people home.  Where are your keys?"
GH -- "They're on my dresser."

I went out to the guesthouse and could immediately see what was going on through the door (it was a glass-paneled door with sheer fabric over the glass so you could see in easily when the light was on in there).  While David and Donna had not quite reached the full-on scrabble stage (they were fully dressed), they were lying on GH's bed and kissing pretty intensely -- David's hand was clearly somewhere I didn't need to see.  Now, keep in mind, I was really drunk so, if sober, I might've not been so "brave."  I actually didn't pause once I reached the door.  I saw what was going on the moment before I charged in.  I averted my gaze, said "excuse me," grabbed the keys and turned around leaving immediately.  I went straight back to the house and handed GH her keys.  Everyone asked me if David and Donna had stopped, and I said, "Oh, no; they were still fooling around."  Right after that sentence came out of my mouth, the sliding door to the backyard swung open and Donna came charging through the house, through the room without a word to us and out the front door.  Her face was stormy, and she didn't look at any of us.  David was a few steps behind her and didn't say anything to us as he followed her out the door.  We all just looked at each other and started laughing.  I think I just shrugged and said, "Well, they never had permission to be making out in anyone's bedroom; if they want privacy, they can make out in his car."

I don't think we ever saw her in our house again.  David definitely didn't try to use one our bedrooms again as his scrabble arena.  I talked to him about it later because I was wondering if she were angry given the stormy look on her face (not that I cared; I was just curious).  David said Donna was angry at HIM but, otherwise, extremely embarrassed and wanted to leave the house ASAP (I told him she should've been as he had lied to GH in order to use her bedroom).  David, oddly, wasn't mad at me (again, not that I cared as he lied to get what he had wanted).  That was 18.5 years ago (and I'm FB friends with David so, no, I don't think he ever held it against me as we were always just fine after that).
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Post by: WishUponAStar on December 08, 2013, 11:56:12 PM
I've only had one guest since living by myself without roommates, and thankfully the only annoyance was that he didn't put the toilet seat down (I'm female, so that would have been nice...) I have a few stories from when I had roommates, all minor in comparison to things you guys have posted.

1) The guest who would not leave. After following me home from a club we were both in, it took forever for me to convince a new acquaintance to leave so that I could work on my homework/ study for exams. I think it ended up being a couple of hours because I had no (polite) spine.

2) The complainer. I had three roommates and one of them and her boyfriend were quite messy. One guest came over unannounced (mutual friend) and proceeded to complain loudly about the state of our living room, which honestly wasn't that bad at the time. He also looked pointedly at me while complaining, stating that girls' apartments should be cleaner. I gave him a firm talking to about how I had three roommates and did he think I was supposed to clean up after others' messes all the time? Also, it shouldn't matter whether the apartment belongs to boys or girls.

3) Relative complainers. The year before, the three of us cleaned up really well for a fourth roommate's relatives to sleep over. They apparently complained behind our backs because it wasn't spotless. When the three of us were annoyed, 4th roommate defended the comments by saying, ''We're German!''  ??? Still not appreciated. For a two-bedroom apartment occupied by 4 extremely busy university students, it looked pretty darn good!
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Post by: Margo on December 09, 2013, 04:50:27 AM
Wow! I would have been tempted to tell 4th roommate that as they were his/her parents / guests it was his/her responsibility to make sure that the place was tidied to his/her standards.

(It may be, of course, that the parents were critical of their own child, and never expected or intended the comments to be passed on, so it seems to me that it was the room mate, not the guests, who were rude)
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Post by: Venus193 on December 09, 2013, 06:01:55 AM
Germans being neat freaks isn't a cliche for nothing.  My mother would have pulled the White Glove Inspection routine with me if she didn't balk at the stairs necessary to get to my pad.  However, that does not excuse the rudeness of criticizing a place not sterile as an operating room.
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Post by: TheaterDiva1 on December 09, 2013, 06:47:14 AM
I'm proud to say that my MIL actually called her sister (Cousin's mum) and asked her what the hell her daughter was thinking when she did that. I didn't ask her to, in fact it was DH who told her the story in the first place, but I did get a lovely phone call from DH's aunty apologising for her daughters' behaviour.
Aunty is welcome at our house. Cousin is NOT.

Why did your MIL call her sister/cousin's mother?  Cousin's old enough to be accountable for get actions - why didn't they call her directly?
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Post by: blue2000 on December 09, 2013, 07:25:45 AM
My mother would have simply recleaned the place. Most people think that's a great idea. Trust me, it's not.
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Post by: Outdoor Girl on December 09, 2013, 08:54:21 AM
Germans being neat freaks isn't a cliche for nothing.  My mother would have pulled the White Glove Inspection routine with me if she didn't balk at the stairs necessary to get to my pad.  However, that does not excuse the rudeness of criticizing a place not sterile as an operating room.

I've heard the cliche that Dutch folks are clean freaks but I hadn't heard that about German folks.  Certainly explains a lot of my mother's tendancies and why she was always after me to make my bed and tidy my room.  Also explains why I feel such anxiety about the state of my house but I don't have the energy to clean it.  I'm working on decluttering so I can hire someone to clean regularly.

Reminds me of when I was looking for my first apartment.  My parents were with me and we went into one place.  The landlord complained about the previous tenant blocking off the door to the landloard's portion of the house (it was a basement apartment).  There were all these rules and it seemed like the landlord would be in the place without notice, giving it the white glove treatment.  I would have been expected to look after her dogs when she was away but I couldn't have a cat.  No wonder the previous tenant blocked off the door!  When we got out to the car, my Dad asked me what I thought of the place with a bit of a smirk in his voice.  I looked at my Mom and said, 'It'd be worse than living at home.'  They both burst out laughing.
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Post by: Shalamar on December 09, 2013, 12:10:57 PM
My ex-MIL is German, and I can vouch for her house being spotless.   In fact, that's one reason my now ex-husband gave for wanting a divorce - "Your apartment is so messy.   My mom would never allow a mess like that."  Good riddance!

Speaking of bad roommates - my current husband used to be roommates with his sister.  Sister got a boyfriend, and Boyfriend started hanging around all the time.  He watched their TV, ate their food, slept over, the whole bit - without paying a dime in rent.  He also made my husband feel uncomfortable and like a fifth wheel in his own apartment - not cool.

The last straw was when Boyfriend brought his Playstation over.  My husband was delighted when he saw it - he'd always wanted to play one (he was only in his early 20's at the time), and here was his chance.  Boyfriend wasn't home at the time to ask if it was okay, but Husband was sure he wouldn't mind - after all, Boyfriend was always helping himself to THEIR stuff without permission.  Well - Husband was just in the middle of a game when Boyfriend arrived, and all heck broke loose.  He wrenched the controller out of Husband's hands and told him to NEVER TOUCH MY STUFF AGAIN OR I'LL KILL YOU.  Sister was no help - she just flapped her hands helplessly and asked Husband not to get upset.

Husband moved out the next day, leaving her on the lurch rent-wise, but she'd made her choice.
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Post by: Tini on December 09, 2013, 03:18:48 PM
Honestly, there is as much of a range in Germany when it comes to neatness as anywhere. I'm middling tidy (frankly, I think there's been few people who on their deathbeds looked up to the heavens and said "I wish I tidied up more"), my one sister is quite messy by nature and only tidied up her act because she married a man with asperger's and a bit of ocd, my other sister isn't much better. I think it's just an easy out for German neat-freaks to blame it on their Germanness. The others don't mention it :-P.

I certainly have never heard of anyone giving a white-glove inspection to any place. Saying that, my dad can be a bit annoying about stupid things (like making remarks about my basement looking like "a robber's cave") when it comes to tidiness, but I told him that it's none of his business how I keep my house. Politely.
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Post by: Shalamar on December 09, 2013, 03:41:00 PM
I may have told this story before, but I remember having my parents stay with us for a week after my first child was born.  My mother asked if she could invite a friend over, and I said "Sure."  Mum said reassuringly "Don't worry about the place looking so messy.  I explained to my friend that you can't be expected to keep a tidy house when you've just had a baby."   :o

Thing is, I'm sure she was trying to be nice - but all she did was hurt my feelings terribly, because I had been trying to keep a tidy(ish) house - all while sleep-deprived and worrying myself sick about whether or not the baby was doing well.  I didn't have dirty dishes anywhere, nor was there laundry piled up on the chairs - but the fact that it wouldn't have passed the white-glove test translated to "messy" in Mum's mind.  Sigh.
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Post by: Pen^2 on December 09, 2013, 03:53:27 PM
I may have told this story before, but I remember having my parents stay with us for a week after my first child was born.  My mother asked if she could invite a friend over, and I said "Sure."  Mum said reassuringly "Don't worry about the place looking so messy.  I explained to my friend that you can't be expected to keep a tidy house when you've just had a baby."   :o

Thing is, I'm sure she was trying to be nice - but all she did was hurt my feelings terribly, because I had been trying to keep a tidy(ish) house - all while sleep-deprived and worrying myself sick about whether or not the baby was doing well.  I didn't have dirty dishes anywhere, nor was there laundry piled up on the chairs - but the fact that it wouldn't have passed the white-glove test translated to "messy" in Mum's mine.  Sigh.

There must be a term for this. It's like an unintentional back-handed compliment. I've had so many of these, there simply needs to be a word for it.
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Post by: Desdemona on December 09, 2013, 04:12:11 PM
I may have told this story before, but I remember having my parents stay with us for a week after my first child was born.  My mother asked if she could invite a friend over, and I said "Sure."  Mum said reassuringly "Don't worry about the place looking so messy.  I explained to my friend that you can't be expected to keep a tidy house when you've just had a baby."   :o

Thing is, I'm sure she was trying to be nice - but all she did was hurt my feelings terribly, because I had been trying to keep a tidy(ish) house - all while sleep-deprived and worrying myself sick about whether or not the baby was doing well.  I didn't have dirty dishes anywhere, nor was there laundry piled up on the chairs - but the fact that it wouldn't have passed the white-glove test translated to "messy" in Mum's mine.  Sigh.

There must be a term for this. It's like an unintentional back-handed compliment. I've had so many of these, there simply needs to be a word for it.

In the Bridget Jones's Diary books they call them jellyfish. I've always thought it was a great term for an unexpected sting.
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Post by: Jocelyn on December 09, 2013, 04:46:21 PM
Honestly, there is as much of a range in Germany when it comes to neatness as anywhere.  ly.
That may be true indoors, but it DID strike me (and the family members traveling with me) that Germany was exceptionally neat. Not only did we not see litter, we didn't see junk piled around houses or garages, and nearly every house had brilliantly colored flowers in pots or gardens. We wondered if maybe our German relatives were setting us up, until one day we wandered off the beaten path, and yes, everything was as postcard-perfect in those towns. The only time we saw shabby was the day we crossed into the former East Germany. But I suppose if your family has been living in this town since the Middle Ages, you feel some obligation to keep up standards for the neighbors. :)
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Post by: PastryGoddess on December 09, 2013, 05:08:32 PM
I may have told this story before, but I remember having my parents stay with us for a week after my first child was born.  My mother asked if she could invite a friend over, and I said "Sure."  Mum said reassuringly "Don't worry about the place looking so messy.  I explained to my friend that you can't be expected to keep a tidy house when you've just had a baby."   :o

Thing is, I'm sure she was trying to be nice - but all she did was hurt my feelings terribly, because I had been trying to keep a tidy(ish) house - all while sleep-deprived and worrying myself sick about whether or not the baby was doing well.  I didn't have dirty dishes anywhere, nor was there laundry piled up on the chairs - but the fact that it wouldn't have passed the white-glove test translated to "messy" in Mum's mine.  Sigh.

There must be a term for this. It's like an unintentional back-handed compliment. I've had so many of these, there simply needs to be a word for it.

In the Bridget Jones's Diary books they call them jellyfish. I've always thought it was a great term for an unexpected sting.


Yeah, I was going to say Jellyfish as well.
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Post by: Margo on December 11, 2013, 06:02:29 AM
I may have told this story before, but I remember having my parents stay with us for a week after my first child was born.  My mother asked if she could invite a friend over, and I said "Sure."  Mum said reassuringly "Don't worry about the place looking so messy.  I explained to my friend that you can't be expected to keep a tidy house when you've just had a baby."   :o

Thing is, I'm sure she was trying to be nice - but all she did was hurt my feelings terribly, because I had been trying to keep a tidy(ish) house - all while sleep-deprived and worrying myself sick about whether or not the baby was doing well.  I didn't have dirty dishes anywhere, nor was there laundry piled up on the chairs - but the fact that it wouldn't have passed the white-glove test translated to "messy" in Mum's mine.  Sigh.

There must be a term for this. It's like an unintentional back-handed compliment. I've had so many of these, there simply needs to be a word for it.

not a single word, but "damning with faint praise" springs to mind..