Ok, get a load of these anecdotes:
Senior year in college, this random guy is placed into our 4 bedroom apartment named Rob (name NOT changed to protect his ass). Rob embodied every single white trash steroetype that exists. That being said, here are some highlights of our cohabitaiton period:
-Rob liked to use 1-800-COLLECT when he needed to make a phone call. Not just long distance, but every time he used the phone. Repeated attempts to explain the concept of local vs long distance calling went over his head. He continued ot pay his triple digit portion of the phone bill though.
-Rob’s diet consisted of things he could get for less than a dollar, even meat (or Near-Meat as we liked to call it). He even found this Nestle Quick knockoff called “Captain Choco.” One time he got some discounted chicken that was past its expiration date, left it exposed in the fridge for 2 weeks and then ate it. One time he splurged for some seasoned chicken breasts, but then he removed the skin which had the seasning on it and fried it up.
-Rob had a pet rat. It started out in a normal, pet shop sized cage, but soon it evolved into something much more. After he spent a few weeks building it a bigger cage, complete with multilevel mazes, he decided it would be better to have the rat roam free in his room. Yes, he even put down rodent bedding on his floor. Whenever I walked by I had to hold my breath, and the few times he opened his door the smell hit me like a punch in the face.
-Rob’s girlfriend was only 17 (he was 24) and she cut her hair so short she looked like a pre-pubecent boy. Her mom would constantly bang on our door, asking where her whore of a daughter was. I had to resist the urge to say, “Gee I don’t know, but your son is down the hall and to the right.”
-Rob had an old Chevy Caprice that he would tinker with from time to time. I had no problem with it until certain engine parts started showing up in our living room. Me and the other 2 roomates did all we could just to get him to at least put down some newspaper. One day I came home and found him passed out with a spray paint canister in his hand. After I revived him I spent a good 20 mins lecturing him on proper ventilation techniques when using aerosal cans indoors.
Thats about all I care to recount tonight. Im going to go double check my current lease to make sure the landlord can’t do this to me again.