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[nonesuch4]

There was a strange smell coming from roomie's closet.
  I decided to check - I threw out a garbage bag full of used womens' products.

But that was a straightforward problem with a straightforward solution.

Apartment-mate A started off well.  She thought to tell me there were rules to living together, and what they were, and how the housekeeping tasks were divided up.  Over the months we lived together, she became more and more obsessed with dating one of our friends, or trying to date him. It turns out he was gay, but he wasn't out of the closet at the time. 

Her birthday was coming up, and I made her a special item of clothing that she'd expressed a desire for.  (I'm a pretty good seamstress)  Friends warned me that she might not appreciate it, and ...she didn't really.  Not that she was any more grateful for what some others had done.  One of her complaints was that she had outdated glasses.  Our friends took up a collection from the students in our department and presented her with a generous gift certificate to one of the chain eyeglass stores.  Six months later, one of them asked if A had ever used that certificate.  I said, well, she has to have an eye exam, and that costs XXX.  Friend's eyes narrowed a bit before she turned away, muttering, "wonder how many pints of coffee brandy she's bought in the last six months?'

Summer was approaching, and the object of her desire traditionally invited some classmates up to his home for a weekend.  She kept talking about going, although the way for her to get there would be with me, as she had no car, and I did. She was assuming that 1) I'd be available and 2) I'd want to go. She went on and on about what she and J would do, and I jokingly said, "Hey, what am I, chopped liver?"  She looked straight at me and said, "Honey, J will never even know you're there."  I don't know if she ever made it up there, but I didn't take her.

A and I moved to another apartment over the summer.  We planned this for weeks.  My parents offered to come up with the station wagon and help us move.  On moving weekend, A expected my parents to carry her belongings downstairs, load them in the car, drive them to new apartment, carry them up three flights of stairs, while she stayed in her bedroom, wrapping her valuables in newspaper and put them in boxes.  She hadn't even started packing.

I didn't have my parents do that - I thought they'd done enough providing the station wagon for the big stuff that didn't fit in my car.

A's behavior over the next year became more and more peculiar. She had, as one person put it, "a series of very short affairs." She was perpetually short on rent and she smoked constantly. As spring rolled around again, I decided I needed to find other living arrangements. I told A I was moving, and if she could find someone to rent my room, well okay.  She couldn't find anyone to move in, so we gave the landlord our 30-day notice. I actually found an apartment and started packing.  A decided to get ready to go on a trip...the last five days of the month.  She got the landlord to agree to her leaving her belongings in the hall, except...a lot of her stuff was still in the apartment.  I asked her what to do.  She said anything left in the apartment, I could give away.   Fortunately, my boyfriend at the time belonged to a fraternity. The apartment was quickly emptied by grateful men who possessed even less than we did. What they didn't want they agreed to take to the curb for trash pick-up.

I saw her a few weeks later, and she wanted to know what happened to the things she left in the apartment.  She wanted them back.

[vedderbetter]

I have one!

I lived in a three bedroom townhouse with 4 other girls in college.  My best friend and I shared a room upstairs (which was awesome, like summer camp all year round!) but the other three..oh dear lord!

Let me start with Easy Ellen*, the friendliest girl in San Diego!  She and Man-Stealer Mallory* shared the other upstairs bedroom, down the hall from mine.  Easy Ellen loved a man in uniform (as we all do) and had Camp Pendelton on speed dial (as most of us do not!).  The worst incident was coming home from work and finding Easy Ellen and her latest Marine COMPLETELY naked and mid-stride missionary style in THE HALLWAY IN FRONT OF MY BEDROOM!!!  Yes, folks, it's true.  Here's the worst part.  THEY DIDN'T EVEN PAUSE WHEN I CAME UP THE STAIRS!!  Easy Ellen just starting laughing and said hello and he just kept going like nothing was wrong.  I ran downstairs and hid in my car until the Marine left.  When asked why she felt the need to have intercourse on the floor in front of my room, she told me I was a prude.

Man-Stealer Mallory was a completely crazy witch of a girl with serious self-esteem issues.  She valedated her selfworth by sleeping with married men, or better yet, the significant others of her friends.  Because after all, if they were good enough for one of her friends than they must be good enough for her.  She slept with my then-fiance several times.  However, I didn't find out until after I married him and she laughingly told me how funny she thought it was that she was a bridesmaid!  I have since divorced him and have never spoken to her again.  Last I heard she was living with two guys in a trailer in Mexico.  Seriously.  Karma, it'll get you everytime.

And lastly, Biting Bertha*, the girl who liked to take one big bite out of any food you may have purchased for yourself and then get offended when you ask her not to.  This includes one time use food, such as a banana.  Yes, she would peel a banana halfway, take a huge bite, and put it back in my fruit bowl as if nothing was wrong.  She also would not allow anyone in the house to sit on her chair.  She had this giant purple armchair, art deco style, and insisted on keeping in the living room.  However, anyone who even looked at the chair was immediately screamed at and told how they have no respect for private property.  She herself would not sit in her chair, but on the couch, leaving on of us to sit on the floor because apparently, chairs are for looking at, not for sitting in!  

I'm pretty sure that Easy Ellen had revenge s@x with some random guy on Biting Bertha's chair, which is something I feel pretty good about.

*Names changed to protect the not so innocent!

[RegionMom]

I got my own apt. after JR year but that next summer a former suite mate needed a place to stay just for summer, so why not, pay 1/2 my rent for 3 mos., then back to your dorm.  easy! 
Well, her room mate (back in the dorm) was extremely OCD--color coded her calendar, left notes on the hall door the day before you were to do your "assigned" chores for the week (by her) just to remind you, ALWAYS had her work done days before anyone else and always was cleaning.
So when "Judy" came to me, I had no idea she had never:
washed a dish
set an alarm clock on her own
taken out the trash
done her own laundry
because "Annie" the OCD roommate had totally mothered her and done all those jobs for her. 
Judy did not even know how to make her bed.  And somehow, every night, she twisted off all the sheets.  I even got her those set of 4 clips to keep the sheets from sliding, but little good they did.

Her boyfriend also did not know how to clean and always brought over fast food. 
And they left the leftover food and all the containers, on the table, on the counter, on the couch...
yikes!
My landlord had to come in once to fix the a/c and was appalled at Judy's 1/2 of the apt.   
Piles of clothes and food, do not even get me started on her counter space in the bathroom!!
The landlord basically kicked her out because she was not on the lease.  I had signed a private contract with her and all ended well.

She would up marrying the boyfriend and I was not invited. 
Actually saw them at gov't office Family and Children Services--applying for food stamps.  ( worked there after college.)

I took photos of her piles of trash and laundry and ...stuff, and oh how I wish I could remember now where they were so I could somehow post them here! 

[extranormal]

When I was a sophomore in college, on-campus housing was scarce. I ended up sharing a tiny room meant for one person (and it was rather small even for one, which I learned when I lived in one -- alone, thankfully -- later) with a girl I had never met.

Now, this girl didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't her fault that we had eight inches of space between our desks/bunkbeds, and she and I were cordial, if not best pals. The thing was? She. Never. Left. The. Room.

Again, this was entirely her right. It was her room as well as mine. But under the condtions, I spent rather a lot of time elsewhere. Apparently, she didn't feel the need. As a lark, I decided to keep track of how many times I needed to use my room key over an entire academic year: three. I know she must have gone to class, as she didn't flunk out, but I can't imagine when she did it.

She had also never eaten, as she proudly told me: apples, pancake syrup, jam, peanut butter, any bread other than Wonder, nuts of any kind, carrots, fish, English muffins, or salad. And this was not because of any kind of medical or religious restriction; they were just things she'd never gotten around to tasting. Didn't make her a worse roomie, so not my problem, but I can't help wondering how a person gets to be 20 years old without ever having had an apple.

I would really love to know whatever became of her. Just curious.

[willow2483]

I had a roommate who loved butter.  She would pile it on a piece of untoasted bread until it was a quarter inch thick.  She would then eat it in front of her laptop and would sigh repeatedly.

Every couple weeks she would say to me "add butter to our shopping list!"  Never mind that we really didn't share groceries.  I bought it whenever she said we needed it the first semester, second semester I came back with a large tub of Country Crock.  A WEEK later she tells me we need more butter.  I stare at her for five seconds and finally say "What happened to the last one?  I didn't even use any of it!"  After that, she stopped bugging me about it and I started hiding my butter in one of those soda refrigerator boxes.  Empty out about four cans and you've got a terrific hiding place, by the way.     And at the end of the semester, I still had the same thing of butter and can't begin to count how many she went through.

[IndianInlaw]

My first roommate didn't go to class because she couldn't register until her father paid her bill.  She said it was in her parent's divorce decree.  I did not offer my opinion that if he hadn't paid it by now, he wasn't going to cough it up.

So, she lay on her bed with the shades down, smoking and reading novels.  This was in the days when they didn't ask if you smoked or not when assigning roommates.  I don't smoke...

Thank goodness, she only stayed a week.

The rest of them were pretty great.  I miss them to this day.

I did remember one girl who knocked on my door (I had a refrigerator) and asked if I had any mayonnaise.  I said I didn't and she was offended.  She said "Who doesn't have mayonnaise?  Umm..people who don't like it?   She asked if I had several other items.  Which I didn't.  Finally she said
"What DO you have?"

By the way, I was in the throes of an eating disorder and didn't have much more than lettuce.

[Twik]

Insane roommates. Let me count them...

Well, to start off, there was Martha*. Kept the apartment at 90 degrees. In the summer. On the coast. If I opened a window in my room, with the door closed, she'd accuse me of trying to give her a chill.

Spent about 70 minutes each morning in the bathroom. With the shower running the whole time. Said she needed the steam to do her hair. I never saw it look any different from the time she went in, to her eventual emergence. (Once my mother was visiting, and was about to call 911 - she was sure Martha must have fallen and hit her head, since no one could spend that much time in the bathroom.) Imagine trying to get ready for class with no chance for an hour to wash your face, brush your teeth, or um, use the facilities. I'd have a 10 minute window of opportunity after she was finished to wash and brush up.

At night, she'd get moody, turn out all the lights in the living room, and sit staring at a candle she'd lit. Much upset occurred if I left my room and turned on the lights to find something in the room.

More seriously, she turned hostile on me about 1/2 way through the year, apparently due to some friction between me and a mutual friend. I spent the rest of the lease being either ignored or snarled at, and went into a serious depression. Fortunately, the lease ended and I was released.

[ccnumber4]

Well, I had one who came after me with a butcher knife.  

On a lighter note, I moved in with a dear friend, only to find that she had not cleared any space in the fridge for my things.  I mean, NO space.  There wasn't even room for a loaf of bread (yes, I do keep it in the fridge) or a gallon of milk.  I kept my food at another friend's home, hoping she would eventually get to cleaning out the fridge.  She didn't, and so I was finally forced to do it myself.  I found yogurt from 1994.  In 1999.  

For the record, we are still great friends.  Great friends who have very different ideas on cleanliness and who no longer live together.  

[dietcokeofevil]

I had randomly assigned roommates 3 times and they worked out fine.  The one time I had a real problem was when I agreed to move in with two of my friends/sorority sisters (our sorority didn't have a house).  They had a triple, but their 3rd roommate had moved out around Thanksgiving.   I moved in the 2nd semester when I returned from my co-op.  I had spent many weekends with them during the first semester and we'd always had a good time.  Things changed once I moved in.  First off, they had assumed they would have the room to themselves, until they were informed find a third roommate or you'll be assigned one.  They had already spread their stuff out around the room, so I had very limited space when I moved in.  
I could have dealt with that, but they seemed to resent when I left anything out in the common area.  I'm not talking about leaving my stuff laying around.  I mean, like putting a something out there as decoration.  I had received a floral arrangement with a nice vase that I wanted to keep.  My desk held my computer, which they both used, and my books.  There was no spot to place the vase without it being in the way, so I placed it on top of the TV in the common room.  Every time one of them decided to dust the TV, she would place the vase back on my desk.  Never mind that they both had tons of their personal items in the common area.  One of the girls would leave her hair dryer sitting on the back of the couch, right where it would hit you in the head when you sat down.  I got into the habit of moving it over onto the bookshelf when I wanted to sit on the couch.  
One day I was home taking a nap, when my roomie came in with another mutual friend.  The mutual friend came out from the bathroom and mentioned she had picked up a watch that was on the floor.  My roomie said that it was mine and that she had thrown it down, because I had moved her hair dryer.

They also had problems with the fact that I had a lot of friends from my major and from co-oping as well as the many friends we had in common from the marching band or our sorority.  I didn't realize it at the time, but later several of my non-mutual friends told me how unwelcome they were made to feel any time they visited.

The other thing that seemed to upset them, was that I wasn't around much.  My schedule that semester was different.  I had early morning classes, but I was done before Noon most days.  Since I usually studied with friends, I got into the routine of waking up and going to class, taking a nap in the afternoon, then going out to study with my classmates from around 8 until 2 or 3 in the morning.  My roommates rarely went out in the evening and typically studied in our dorm room.  I was always careful not to wake them up when I got in, and I tried to eat with them or spend some time together every day.  I also made a point to do my share of the cleaning.  They just kept getting meaner and meaner to me, and apparently they thought I wouldn't hear from our common friends what they were saying behind my back. It was really sad, because they had been such great friends before we lived together. 

[RegionMom]

oh, that one about mayonaisse, and then the bread, reminded me of the one girl we had on our hall that we dubbed "The Food Prowler."
She was ALWAYS on a diet, and thus would never keep food in her own dorm room. 
But she would head out, at night, after dark, usually in her PJ's and robe, plaintively seeking food from every open door she could find as she wandered up and down the hall in search of FOOD!
See, other people's food have no calories.  Kind of like cookie crumbs.

She actually did lose a good bit of weight, and then promptly lost her virginity to celebrate. 

We all knew on our floor who "had done it" and who had not, and when! 

 

[Twik]

About the weirdest roommate I had was *Arlene. She and I each rented a room from a young couple who had a condo apartment, and took in roommates to help with the mortgage.

Arlene showed up to take her room the first day with an interesting story. Apparently she was moving from her previous location, shared with a platonic male friend, because he'd suddenly tried to rape her. No, she had no intention of calling the police. She'd like, of course, to call her boyfriend to tell him she had suddenly moved, but if she called his home, his mother wouldn't tell him he called, because she disliked Arlene (if true, I'm sympathetic with mom). I suggested she call him at work. No, she couldn't, since she didn't know where he worked. How long, I asked, had she been seeing this young man. "Oh, about a year," she shrugged. What did he do? Something, she thought, to do with photocopiers, although if he was a repairman, a Kinko's employee or Chairman of Canon, she couldn't tell.

As the days went on, I learned some interesting things about Arlene. First of all, she lied incessantly. She was, apparently, an orphan. Or maybe not. The boyfriend was always due to come over for dinner - and yet, we never saw him. She was also a food thief - I would attempt to fix myself a sandwich, to discover all my bread gone except the heels, or get a glass of juice only to find the carton empty. Arlene would always deny any knowledge of the fate of the juice, to the point of claiming not ever to have heard of orange juice.

As far as I know, she lived as some sort of social parasite, never buying food, or anything that could be cadged from someone else. Once she came to me and asked to borrow a tampon, as she was suddenly in need and had none. I passed her one of mine. She looked at in disgust and said, "But I use (other brand)!" and kept looking at me. I realized she expected me to run out and buy her the brand she preferred; however, I declined the honour. She walked off, heaving a deep sigh and muttering in a self-pitying tone "Well, I guess I'll just have to use toilet paper, then!"

She went for 3 months without paying rent, claiming that her work schedule precluded her from going to the bank, and her bank card kept mysteriously losing its magnetism. Once the condo owner found her at home during business hours, and drove her directly to the bank, but unwisely remained outside; she simply left by another door, and returned to the apartment after closing hours, claiming she had run into a friend and forgotten her quest for cash.

She finally left us, but we received numerous calls afterwards from people she owed money to, trying to track her down. All we could say was, "If you find her, please drop us a line!"

[Buffy2424]

I've had so many roommates on campus and in hostels, literally more than 2 dozen.  Here are a few of the wackier ones:

Stephanie, 18: Stephanie explained to me that she was a liberated, independent woman and not one of "those" girlies who want a guy to stick around afterwards.  Okay.  Stephanie did seem like a spirited, laid-back chick-- at first.  But what Steph actually meant is that every week or so she brings home a guy, seduces him by saying she's a virgin, and then sobs for days after he doesn't call.  She sobbed on her bed.  She sobbed on our beds.  She sobbed wearing only her trademark leopard-print underthings.  But soon enough there would be another man, another fake cherry-popping, and yet another cryfest.  Right before I moved out, she tried to kiss me.

Anne-Sophie, 22: This one showered like 4 times a day, and drank champagne almost every day of the week.  We actually charted her showers with sheet paper on the back of my bedroom door.  Anyway, Anne-Sophie was quite vocal about hating Americans (I am American) and had her girlfriend Olga over every night for the champagne.  I know it sounds like I'm making this up, but I Am Not.  They never offered me any bubbly.  Oh, and Anne-Sophie stole one of my kitchen pans when she moved out.

Rachel, 20: She was one of several roommates who had abusive boyfriends (shoutout to Becky, 18, and Wendy, 19).  Rachel's was just particularly stalkerific and the fights were awful.  Anyway, Rachel always appeared and spoke as though she were stoned despite being drug-free.  Her big deal was how much poorer she was than us, but that was only true because she bought a brand-new car.  Rachel eventually dropped out to work full-time at her serf job because it was hard to pay down a new car while in school.  Do the math on that one.

Micaela, 18: PSYCHO.  I wouldn't know where to begin.  We met, we partied, and then a few days later she taped a looong, nasty note to the fridge.  It began, "Dear [female dogs]..." and was the nastiest manifesto ever.  Apparently the trash needed taking out, and Micaela had already taken her turn.  By this time we'd all been roommates for oh, less than a week.  And that was just the beginning.  The stories could go on.  Anyway, fun facts... she was mean, she loved Eminem, she found religion, she ranted against cops (go figure) and she constantly yelled at her "fiance" for not satisfying all of her uh, needs.  Micaela and I remained on friendly terms after I moved on, mostly because I was a little scared of her.

Leanne, 19: Hands-down the strangest roommate, though she wasn't a bad one.  There are many Leanne stories, but I'm afraid nobody would believe half of them.  So I'll just say that though there were 3 of us, nobody ever saw the inside of her bedroom.  She'd only crack the door.  Once, I needed to use her phone in an emergency.  She cracked the door and we determined, at length, that the phone cord wouldn't stretch to the door.  I asked her if I could please just come into the bedroom for a minute and she said something like, "It's a mess."  I know she had actual swords in there, but I'm not sure what else.

Amanda, 23: Instead of using the trash bin, Amanda insisted on placing her used 'female' products in a plastic grocery bag that she hung from the bathroom doornob.  I'm sure you can imagine what a issue this was.

Heather, 20: Heather wore only black, was a practicing witch or whatever, and eventually moved her boyfriend in.  She was an even bigger slob than Amanda, who only had the one gross quirk.  I just avoided the kitchen area after awhile.  Besides her moldy stuff, she'd leave muddy-looking streaks to dry across the bar soap next to the kitchen sink (how??)   Once, she invited me to join in on her romantic activities with the BF (no thanks!)  The only upside to Heather was that the boyfriend turned out to be shockingly normal, and routinely cleaned the whole unit to make up for her.

Now that I've written all this, I will say that:
1. I'm sure I can make it onto a list or two.  I have been the loser who always talks on the phone with her long-distance boyfriend, and unfortunately I have been a girl with eating issues.

2. Like I said, I had so many roommates back in the day.  So I feel the need to mention some better ones.  Thanks to Becky, 18, who taught me how to do laundry, and Sarah, 22, who introduced my 18 year old self to wine and a better set of friends.  The various Daves and Davids... young and old, g*a*y and straight, we always had a good time.  The pretty gift given to me by Ling-Fei, 27, hangs on our Christmas tree every year.  And Ivy (formerly Ivy, 19) remains a close friend of mine, as does Caterina (formerly Caterina, 24).

[Ehelldame]

My first college roommate and I probably mutually believed each was the most bizarre person we'd ever met.  We lived in separate rooms in a boarding home about a mile off campus.   Our landlady was an elderly widow with a disgusting, elderly poodle who would rummage in our bathroom trashcans and leave our used tampons scattered all over the house.

I remember making my roomie laugh right at the moment she was swallowing a piece of my chocolate Wacky Cake and she inhaled it into her sinuses and snorted it out of her nose.  I rolled on the kitchen floor for an hour laughing as she kept blowing her nose to get out the cake "boogers". 

Another time she was cleaning her peach faced love birds' cage and somehow the male escaped.   So she crawled along the floor trying to find him and as she was rising from the floor by her dresser, she came face to face with the missing bird.  Lying at the bottom of her goldfish aquarium.   Now the huge goldfish was, in itself, a story.  Some admiring but shy guy had dropped this huge goldfish, tied in a plastic bag, by our house door with a love note for my roomie.  I would have preferred flowers myself.  Anyway, there was this love bird on the bottom of the aquarium.  My roommate proceeded to grab him out of there and performed CPR on it.   She was actually able to revive it but it died a week later.   

The next year I moved into a closer house with 13 women.   It was owned and operated by another elderly widow.    Too many stories to tell about that adventure but the Stereo War and runt piggy were some of the best. 

[Lysitheia]

I'm posting because I just moved into my new room with my  good friend and new roomate, L. (Haven't figured out a good nickname yet)

My first semester roomate was "Mara". Mara loved World of Warcraft and stayed up until 3:00AM every night playing. For those not in the know, players get a headset on which they speak in real time to teammates. I drifted off every night to the sounds of:
"That's an order, soldier!"
"The shadow mage is eating my flame pony!"

Her first class was at 7:30 AM. Her folks used to call at six a few times a week and talk for a hour. Half of this time was spent speaking to her cat, Boo Kitty. In high pitched baby talk, ie
"I wuves my wittle Boo Kitty."

My first class was at 9:30 Am., after which I worked. So she would wake me over an hour early so her parents could sing "You are my Sunshine" and yell at her because she played WoW until 3:00 every morning.

I could have dealt with this except that I had a long lunch and liked to go home and nap for an hour after eating. Now, Mara would sleep after her classes got out at 10:30. She wanted it **Silent**. No TV, no music, no phone conversations. Nothing. I could've dealt except that I was getting five hours of sleep between the flame ponies and Boo Kitty. After that, don't I deserve a little trashy daytime TV?

Some nights Mara would go to bed at 1:00 or 2:00. If I was watching some that wasn't over until, say 2:30, and it was 2:10, she'd ask every five minutes

"Do you have to watch this? When'll it be over? I have to go to bed."

Also, she shed hair like a yak and never cleaned the drain.

[Barghest1031]

This isn’t really my story but my fiancé’s. Last year he and his roommate became friends with the two guys across the hall from them (one of whom he and I are still friends with). Fiancé got along fine with his roommate and the guy we’re still friends with, but that guy’s roommate is a notorious drunk. Several times he’d come back to the dorm in the early hours of the morning and start pounding on fiancé’s door demanding to play Halo with him and his roommate. Then one morning fiancé awoke to find the guy sitting in their room (apparently his roommate forgot to lock the door) flipping through fiancé’s astronomy book. When the guy realized fiancé was awake and staring at him, he slammed down the book and loudly declared that “Jupiter is a stupid, wussy planet.” I still start snickering whenever I hear that story.

As for myself I generally get along with my roommate, but last semester I almost snapped as her bf/not bf (I swear, they were on again off again so often I stopped keeping track) spent almost EVERY night. Now, it’s a co-ed dorm. Visitation is 24 hrs. But I do not like trying to sleep in the little room that also contains some half dressed guy I don’t know. It would have been tolerable if it were only every now and then, but it got to the point I started begging my fiancé to let me spend the night with him just so I wouldn’t have to go back to my room and put up with roommate’s bf. (It also didn’t help that I’m an extremely light sleeper, so when they turned some music on “quietly” to try and cover other sounds, it only succeeded in waking me up  . . . . And I could still hear other sounds.)

Shortly after the beginning of school my favorite pad of sticky notes also went missing, and I suspect it was probably my roommate’s fault as she hardly ever locks the door when she’s across the hall or somewhere else in the building. *sigh* I miss that sticky note pad. It was a pretty shade of pink (which I normally abhor) and had a picture of jelly beans along the top. *sniff*


The mayonnaise story from IndianInlaw reminded me of a couple days after I’d moved into my room. I’m kind of odd in that I always carry around a pocket knife of some sort. I think it might be left over from my days in Stagecraft when those of us who were regulars of the class would just carry around screwdrivers, tape, and other misc. items in case we suddenly needed them for whatever we were working on. Anyway, one of the pocket knives I’d grabbed and brought with me is one of those that has a bunch of doodads on it that are hardly ever used (ie - two different can/bottle openers, saw, screwdriver, corkscrew, etc.). One night my roommate and I were just sitting in our room on our computers when somebody knocked on the door. It was one of the other girl’s who’d been going door to door trying to find a screwdriver to fix something. I’m proud to say that pocket knife came in handy for once.