It's nice to have houseguests from time to time, but they can also easily overstay their welcome. These people share the absolute WORST houseguests they let stay in their homes, and won't extend an invitation next time they're in town.
This Grandma Went On A Rampage During Her Christmas Visit
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“Last winter break (I’m 16 years old; my sister is 10 years old) my grandmother and my aunt (who is also 16 years old; my grandmother is young since she was a teen mom when she gave birth to my mom) visited for Christmas for about two weeks. I normally love having them here, but my grandma is crazy (slightly racist, homophobic, fundie, and mean), so I knew I was in for something.
Well, one day when my mom was at work, my sister and I were cleaning and my grandma came into the room and started going at us. She’d yell things like ‘You’ll fail at life if you continue down the path you’re on!’ ‘Some days I feel like telling you both to jump off a bridge, and my god if I tell you to, you’ll do it’ ‘You’re both spoiled brats with no respect for anyone’ and so on. She basically insulted us both for two hours. Now I was expecting my aunt to defend us because she lives with this crazy woman and deals with a lot more crap — nope. They were BOTH yelling at us after a while. It was ridiculous. And at first I was able to play it cool, like your comments don’t offend me, but then I broke down and cried the hardest I’ve ever cried (and I’m sure my grandmother loved it.) I’m respectful and not rude or stupid or careless or anything — I care so much about my future that I try to always make the right choices. She doesn’t have any right to say what she did.
Anyway, she finally stopped and left, and I texted my mom, asking if my sister and I could live at my dad’s house (20 minutes away) for the next couple nights. She freaked out and said no, why can’t you just spend time with your grandmother. So I dealt with this crazy woman and her daughter until they left.
Well, a week later, my grandmother and aunt finally walked out the door to leave for the airport. I screamed with happiness when they were gone.
As soon as my mom got home from work, we told her everything, and now I might not see my grandmother anymore. Apparently, when I was born, my mom made my grandma promise not to act this way around me and any future children, and she’s broken that promise.”
It Was Time For This Moocher To Get Outta Town
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“The firm I worked for at the time inherited this kid from a place across town named Mike. He seemed like an alright guy. But then he comes over one day early in his transfer at the firm, and he never leaves.
He tells me the next day that he has nowhere to live and wants to know if he can stay with my roommate and me since we had a three-bedroom apartment. I make an arrangement that he can stay the first-month rent free and pay a reduced rate the next few months until he gets back on his feet. A fair and easy arrangement, or so I thought.
Michael ended up becoming a huge pain in the rear. Always wanting rides everywhere, almost completely hijacking the TV, smoking in the house when I tell him not too. He used to listen to his rap music on his Discman, and would be like ‘UUUUUHHHH YYYYEEEAA’ while waving his hands around in your face. He did this to me one time while I was driving, and I smacked his hand out of the way.
He also had behavior that I’d say was more odd than annoying. He’d buy drinks, and instead of drinking it in the apartment, he’d hide in the apartment complex’s bushes and drink it.
His actions at work were getting worse as well. He’d randomly insult people on the phone and accuse them of not wanting to deal with him because he was black. Truth was, he was rude, dumb, and didn’t know a lot about what the heck he was doing.
When it came time to pay the first installment of rent, he tried to dodge me on it for a couple weeks. I finally cornered him on the balcony to say ‘I need the money today’ and his reply was something like ‘oh, so you are going to play me like that now, huh?’ He accused me of trying to con money out of him, even though this was the agreed upon amount rent situation.
Finally one Saturday afternoon, my boss fires him. The boss pulls me aside and asks what do we do now since he’s living in my place. Mike claims he has nowhere to go in the city we live, but that he knows people in Ohio. That same day my boss buys him a Greyhound ticket, we help him pack and send him right out the door.”
Trying To Help Out A Friend Ended Up Getting THEM In Huge Trouble
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“I let a friend of mine who had fallen on hard times crash at my place ‘for a couple of weeks or until you get your feet back under you.’
The guy smoked that fake ‘spice’ stuff every day in the living room.
He would make pancakes. One day, he left the pancakes on the stove and burned them, setting off the fire alarm in my apartment.
I purchased the largest container of peanut butter at the store, and he proceeded to while making pancakes in the middle of the night, place the lid of the peanut butter inside of the drawer where we put our oven mitts and left the peanut butter container out on the counter without the lid.
He would routinely leave a half-full bowl of pancake mix on the counter for me to clean up.
Hardly left the couch for those two weeks.
I told him he had to look for a job and that I had some stuff to do, so he should go to the job fair at the local community college. When I got him out of the apartment I went to the store and came back to my apartment about 15 minutes later to have some peace and quiet, only to get a text message from him about five minutes later saying ‘Oh, I see you’re home already.’ I looked outside and his car was parked in the parking lot. The guy didn’t even go to the job fair.
Found an interview for him to go to, only for him to say he went to it despite once again only being out of the house for about 15-20 minutes and then making up a story about how the interview went. I know you didn’t go to your interview because it would have taken longer than the time you were gone just to drive there and back, much less have an actual interview for a job.
My roommate and I had a pile of change we would empty our pockets into by the front entry. One of the first things he said when he came over was ‘So, this is like everyone’s change to use, right?’
Class act.
I can say, however, that I learned a lesson about how lazy people can get and it inspires me never to be that big of a pile of crap.”
This Aunt Wanted To Be Treated Like The Queen
“Growing up in London to an Irish mother who ‘defected’ in the early ’80s, our place was always the roadhouse for relatives visiting from Ireland. Basically, there would be some months where one relative would be out of the door on a Sunday morning, and the next lot would be arriving an hour later.
Aunt Marg was the worst of all. She moved to the same town my mother was from. Right now, with a family of four sons and three daughters, 12 grandchildren, four great-grandchildren and various nieces and nephews, she fancies herself as a bit of a matriarch.
She’s also the biggest hypochondriac you will ever meet and travels everywhere with a carrier bag full of tablets. ‘For my Angina, for my Palpitations, for my Vertigo, for my Anxiety, for my Vapours.’
When she tells my mother she’ll be staying, we all call a crisis meeting to find some excuse. When she descends with her husband, who is easy going, she starts with the demands.
‘Lovey, did you get me my salmon? You know I can’t digest meat at my age. Did you get bath salts for Mick’s arthritis? Did you get those yogurts for us? We’ve stopped having cooked breakfasts and can only manage a bit of porridge and yogurt? Did you get those teabags I told you about too? Oh, while I remember, we can’t be having feather pillows anymore. Mick has a reaction to them, and I find it tickles my asthma too. Are we in your’s and Al’s bed this time? You know how Rossymagics bed caused Micks back to play up? Also, your bed is higher which is easier for me and my knees.’
On and On and On. Mum jokes that a visit from Marg costs as much as a visit from the Pope.
Also, she’s desperate to go and see a show in London but won’t book one herself. So we book one. We have to get front row seats as A) She gets ‘Vertigo’ if she’s up in the circles. And B) Needs to be able to stretch her poor knees. She then forgets to line our palms with the £140 we spend on them. And to top it off, she won’t ride the Tube or the Bus or anything. If she goes anywhere she needs to be chauffeur driven by my dad who then has to take a day off work.
‘Al, can we go and see the mall today?’
‘O, Marg, but with the traffic, we’ll be in the car a long time.’
‘That’s fine lovey! It’s worth it to avoid those escalators in the tube station, they give me such Vertigo I can’t even tell you!’
Eight hours later when they’re caught in traffic trying to get home:
‘Al, why is it taking us so long to get back?’
‘Marg, it’s London, it’s rush hour! If we’d gotten the train, we’d of been home two hours ago. If we had left when I said we should and not gotten on that open top bus we’d have been home hours ago too!’
‘Well, you know I can’t be dealing with those escalators, so I don’t know why you’re bringing that up!’
‘Oh that’s right, your Vertigo. Tell me, where was this Vertigo when you were on the top deck of that bus?’
Visit Marg and you get chided for wasting warm air, electricity, causing her to wash her second best sheets needlessly and asked to help out with the cooking and shopping.
She even went and got encephalitis a few years back. Scared the crap out of all of us and we all flew over to be at her bedside when the Dr. gave her a fatal prognosis. We all got there, and by the time we had landed and gotten to the hospital, she had had the nerve to regain consciousness and rally, and eventually get better a week later.
And since she’s had a condition she’s now able to say ‘I told you so!’ every time we chide her on her hypochondria.”
His Hometown Homeboy Turned Into A Disgusting Jerk
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“It was my freshman year of college and I was living in the dorms. This one kid from my hometown named ‘Dustin’ called me up and said he was going to be coming to my college to party for the weekend and asked if he could crash on my floor for a night or two. I told him yes because a night or two really is not a big deal.
Now let me tell you about Dustin. He was the stereotypical definition of a modern hippie. He lived at his mother’s house, and his room consisted of a scroungy old couch, a TV sitting on a milk crate, and a bunch of empty pizza boxes and empty 40 bottles-turned ashtrays. He didn’t shower much, and his typical day consisted of sleeping until noon and spending the rest of the day listening to Phish and the Grateful Dead while smoking and drinking. Except the grass was rarely his, and the drinks were usually bought with the change he managed to scrounge up. During high school, his house was where people went to escape reality and get wasted because his mother didn’t care that we smoked and drank in his room, so he got to smoke and drink for free.
Dustin eventually shows up at my place with a giant duffel bag full of his possessions, which was a big warning sign considering he said he was only here to party for the weekend. He said he was coming from upstate New York, where he had been visiting a friend for a few weeks, which is why he had the giant bag. I didn’t really think much of it at the time.
So now that was here, I figured he was probably hungry from the trip, so I asked if he wanted to go to the dining hall because I had a meal plan. My meal plan card ended up providing the entirety of the food he ate during his stay. But, before going to eat, I figured we should smoke. I was selling a few smokes at the time, so I was holding a decent amount. I rolled up a smoke, and we went out back behind the dorm, smoked, and headed for the dining hall.
Later on in the day, we came back to my room, and I noticed a strange stench. Maybe my roommate forgot to take out the trash? Nope, the garbage can was empty. Then I realized that it was his big sack of unwashed clothes that was stinking up my room. That was when I subtly mentioned to him that if he wanted to do some laundry there were washers and dryers down the hall. He never ended up washing any of his clothes during his stay, and pretty much wore the same t-shirt, cargo shorts, and rasta-colored beanie the entire time.
So, the first day was coming to an end, and I told him I didn’t really have any extra blankets or pillows or anything being that I had just moved in a few weeks ago, and only had the bare essentials for myself. He decided to sleep on a pile of his dirty laundry in the middle of my floor.
The next morning we woke up, and I went to take a shower. I threw him an extra towel that I had and gave him some soap and shampoo, and went off and showered. I came back to my room, only to find him sitting at my desk rolling up a smoke, soap, and towel unused. ‘I figured we should do a wake and bake,’ he said. I normally would have gotten so mad, but I was actually planning on smoking a bit after my shower anyway, so I wasn’t too mad that he had just gone into my stash and decided to go to town. I was kind of upset that he decided not to shower, though.
The next few days were pretty much the same thing every day. Wake up, smoke, eat food, party at night, pass out, repeat. After about three or four days I began wondering when this kid was going to leave and was growing concerned about the stench in my room from this dirty unshowered hippie. I was also getting mad about everything we had smoked, which I was supposed to be selling after all. I asked when he was planning on heading home, and he said that he was only going to be staying one more night, then heading out. Thank god. However, that one night turned into about a week and a half.
When it finally came time for him to leave, he all of a sudden ‘realized’ that he didn’t have the money for his train ticket home. And that, my friends, is the story of the best $12.50 I ever spent.”
One Small Favor Turned Into A Series Of Unfortunate Events
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“It started with just a cup of water. He was a ‘Punatic.’ That’s what hippies from Puna are called when they’ve spent too much time out in the boonies growing and smoking pounds of herbs and forgetting things like common sense (leaving when you are asked to), basic human hygiene (soap, deodorant, brushing one’s hair), and appropriate social behavior (wearing a shirt inside bars or on public transit). Once he was in my apartment I could not get rid of him. I should have asked the police to escort him out.
Before I knew it, he was using gorilla glue to hang posters he peeled off power poles on my walls and stringing Christmas lights until the place looked like a spider’s web. Did I see it as the trap it was? No. He began hoarding. Buckets of mud-caked drink cooler bottles that ‘might be worth something’ went inside my closet. Scrap bicycle frames (after I gave him a bike) he shoved underneath the bed. I asked for help with the rent and food. The man was 55. He said he couldn’t get a job until his parents passed away because no job would give him enough time off to go to their funerals.
I lost it and hit him numerous times. Threw him out physically. Did not matter. He ‘needed more time’ and had ‘nowhere to go.’ Not true. He was a landowner on another island. I was a fool. Finally, when his father fell ill and he flew out, I told him he was moving out, and then had to involve his elderly mother to get the security keys back. After a couple months, he returned and stalked me, loitering outside the building, asking neighbors if he could stay with them. Several weeks of that and I was waiting for my chance to move out, and I took it. What a nightmare.”
Sometimes Love Makes You Do Stupid Things
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“I was living in Eugene, Oregon, at the time, and a ‘good friend’ of mine asked me if it was ok if his girlfriend crashed on my couch for a couple days. She was coming down from Portland to visit him and didn’t have the money for a hotel, and he was still living at home so that was out of the question. I said sure, no problem, she’s welcome to stay.
HUGE MISTAKE.
A few days after she arrived, he broke up with her, and she wouldn’t leave. Ate my food, used my electricity, and was all around a witch. I’m normally a pretty mellow person, but I got so ticked off at her one day that I broke my bathroom window just by slamming the bathroom door to get away from her. It didn’t help that my roommate was in love with her and kept begging me to let her stay. I finally just had enough one day and went off on my ‘good friend’ about how she was his problem, and he needed to solve it.
He found out she had a warrant for her arrest in Portland, so he arranged to meet her downtown so that they could ‘get back together and move by bus to California.’ He tipped off one of the downtown security people (back when Eugene still had the huge walking mall), letting them know that she had a bunch of illegal substances on her, and a warrant for her arrest. They nabbed her and she called me, from jail, to beg me to bail her out. I laughed and hung up the phone on her. Never heard from her again either.”
“Suffice To Say Our Friendship Is Pretty Much Nonexistent”
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“I had a long-time internet friend invite himself to stay with me for a week. I worked hard to prepare the guest room for him in spite of us being broke. I was spending into our utility money to have him there. The entire time he compared my city (Portland) to his (San Antonio) and told us how much better his town was, and why he and his family were hot stuff. He was constantly on his cell phone to a girl he met. He showed zero interest in anything I took him to see, so I stopped taking him anywhere.
The last two days I feigned illness and we didn’t go anywhere or do anything. He didn’t brush his teeth the entire time and his breath choked out the entire room wherever he went. The last night he was there, we got into what I thought was a safe and intelligent discussion about politics and religion; he scoffed, rolled his eyes, and all without offering any intelligent counterpoints. I told him how incredibly rude it was, he tried to apologize, but the damage was done. I faked being friendly for the rest of his time there, drove him to the airport and parked on my dime. He never thanked me for having him, paying for food and fun, nothing.”
Reliving Their College Days Wasn’t Going To Fly In This Household
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“My ex-husband’s best friend (I’ll call him Sean) was this semi-employed hippie who was in his 30s and still lived with his mother. He came to visit for a weekend but was still there a week later. Sean and my ex-husband did nothing but play video games, drink, and smoke all day. Reliving their college days, I guess. Sean had a habit of leaving his used tissues on every available surface and hiding empty bottles in the strangest places.
I was working two jobs at this time and not home very often, so Sean hanging around didn’t really bother me all that much at first. But, one night, he pushed my last button. I returned home late that evening, after having worked my regular job plus four hours at my second job. It had been a long week, and I was tired. I sat down on the sofa and flipped on the TV, planning on relaxing a bit before going to bed. Sean came in, snatched the remote from my hand, and changed the channel without asking. I snapped. I told him it was my house, my TV, and since I was paying the cable bill, we were going to watch what I wanted to watch. He started to argue with me, so I threw him out. I told him to grab his stuff; I wanted him gone in 10 minutes. To my ex’s credit, he backed me up. I guess he was a little tired of him as well.
Sean never came to visit again.”
One Phone Call Changed His Peaceful Living Situation
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“A couple of years ago, both my flatmate and I worked at the same nightclub. We finished work about 4 a.m., and while walking home, he got a phone call from an old school friend. All I could hear from the call was ‘Yeah, sure. Just head over.’
By the time we got back to the apartment, he was already there, waiting. Let’s call him ‘J.’ Bear in mind, this is almost 4:30 a.m. Apparently, he had been forced to leave home and he just needed somewhere to spend the night. My flatmate, out of kindness and sympathy, offered him the sofa. At this point, I was living on the other sofa as my room was being painted.
We went into the flat, they chatted for a bit then my flatmate bailed and went to bed. I’m shattered, and J is wired on prescription. For the next five hours, I was forced to watch Youtube videos and listen to him playing guitar, including but not limited to Mike Tyson interviews; electric dance music videos; how-to guides on everything under the sun. Every time I came close to falling asleep, I was jolted awake by some obnoxiously loud music. I ended up telling him to screw off, took my duvet and slept in the bath, which was undoubtedly my second worst night of sleep ever.
He stayed for six days, all of which I had off work. With no money and no sign of him leaving, I ended up walking around town all day, just to avoid him. He didn’t shower once in those six days, ate all my food, and stole some of my comics. After he finally left, I told my flatmate that he owed me a gigantic favor and promised that if I ever saw J again I’d beat the snot out him.
The worst part is everyone who knows both of us says that we are alike and have a lot in common. It almost makes me hate myself.”
They Never Knew A “Boring” And “Rude” Person Until Their Cousin Came Along
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“I had a second cousin stay with us for six months (she’s from the Czech Republic). I was 17 at the time, she was about 25. Highlights of her visit were:
She stayed in my room, meaning that I had to share a room with my 13-year-old sister for six months. She never thanked us or acknowledged that this was an inconvenience, especially considering my sister and I weren’t exactly the best of friends back then.
She STANK. Coming from the rural Czech Republic, she did not know or care about deodorant. She also only showered one or two times a week because they’re used to conserving water.
She immediately became a huge brown-noser to my mom; cleaning, doing laundry, etc. However, whenever my mom wasn’t around, she would start ordering us to do things and would be a witch to us. In our own house.
One of the reasons she said she wanted to visit Canada was to learn English. However, she never left the house, and she just spoke Czech with our parents. We don’t speak much Czech, so this came off as rude and inconsiderate.
One of these times that she was doing laundry, she threw a bunch of my clothes (she did not even have my permission to enter my room) that were either hand wash/cold water only, and washed them in hot water, immediately putting them in the dryer afterward. She ruined an entire load of my laundry and did not even apologize. Then, because my mom was in love with her, my mom got mad at me for being angry because it was ‘a nice gesture.’ I’ve been doing my own laundry since I was 12, and I never minded it, and I also bought all my own clothes, so ruining a load of them was expensive.
She would tattle on us when we did things she knew we weren’t supposed to. Mind you, I had strict parents (one of their rules about what we could watch on TV was ‘if your 6-year-old brother isn’t allowed to watch it, you’re not allowed to watch it’), so that got really annoying.
We only had one phone line and a dial-up internet connection. She would spend hours online talking to her friends and family, with no consideration that there were eight other people in the house that would also like to have their turn on the phone or internet.
To top it off, she was no fun. She never tried to talk to us (even though we were much closer to her age than my parents), or engage us in any way. She had no interest in getting to know us or even being nice to us; she acted so entitled to everything in our home, without ever thanking us for anything. She never tried to make any friends outside of the home (which was annoying because what’s the point of you being a huge inconvenience to us if you’re not even going to enjoy the experience of living in a different country), and would just constantly complain about how things in Canada were compared to her home. I’ve never met someone that is so boring and so rude at the same time.”