Wow. Just wow. I have 2 stories to add to the mix....
DH and I were moving home from 2 hours away. A friend and her BF were coming up the night before to help out the day of the move. We'll call them Looneytunes and NiceGuy, or LT and NG for short.
Anyhow, they show up and aren't there for 1 hour when LT pulls out a pint of Seagram's 7, and proceeds to drink most of it. NG has 1 or 2 light drinks. We hang out, everything seems OK, and around midnight, I go to bed, leaving them watching TV on the sleeper sofa.
Around 4 am, I am awakened by my bedroom door being SLAMMED open. It's LT. Apparently, she had decided to rehash her failed marriage for the millionth time with NG. From what I gathered in my rage, NG had told her that she was being drunk and maudlin, and that he wanted to sleep, which ticked her off. They had argued, and he went outside to get some air. I told her to calm down and go to bed.
She proceeded to march back downstairs, out the front door, and unable to find NG, began running around the parking lot SCREAMING for him. I race outside and bodily drag her back inside. She goes through my stuff to find our cell (land line was already off) to call NG's mom (long distance) to tell her that LT was mad at her son.
At this point, I swear that I lost my mind. I let her have it, took the phone away, and told her that if she didn't go to sleep right then, that I would call the cops.
I found NG sleeping in their car, just to get some peace.
A year later, another friend and her girlfriend were moving home from Atlanta. We'll just call them EX and GF. EX had come up to finalize their apartment (in our complex) and she was heading back to GA. We were due to follow that weekend to help. It was Valentine's Day, and the roads were slushy and wet. I get a frantic call from EX. She had blown a tire, hit some slush, spun into several 360 degree turns, and broken the back axle. If not for the median, she would have been in 5 o'clock traffic on the highway. DH and I head out to get her and make sure she is OK.
After calming her down, we start to head back to my place to make insurance calls, call GF, etc. We also had plans to go out with friends for dinner, who were en route and not able to be reached. When EX reaches GF, they decide (without consulting us) that EX would be staying with us for the rest of the week (5 days) and that we would bring her to Atlanta, as GF didn't want to make the drive to come get EX. I was ticked at GF, but I felt bad for EX, so we went with it.
EX then wants us to cancel our plans to take her to visit with her Grandmother, who was 30 minutes from us, wait there for her, and then bring her back to our place.
I suggested to her then that if I took her down there, could she stay there for the week, and we would pick her up on the way down that weekend. She declined, and went to dinner with us and our other friends, who had arrived by that point.
The week was spent with her hanging out around my place while DH and I were at work, bugging us to let her drive one of our cars so she could go shopping (Um, NO), and generally driving DH crazy while I was at work at night. Keep in mind that this was her hometown: she had numerous relatives that she could have asked for help, including her Mom.
The end of the week brought the 6 hour drive to GA, packing a truck and driving back the same night. We got separated on the highway, and when we got home, there was no sign of them. My car was filled to the brim with their stuff, and although we waited till 5 am, we didn't hear a word from them. We found out the next day that they had decided to stop at EX's Grandma's to sleep. Apparently a call on the cell to let us know was too much for them to manage.
Note that neither of these girls are my friends anymore, but the final straws for both are another Jerry Springer show.