Not to derail Alice The Goon’s experiences in her thread, post your horrid roomie situations, or even funny ones.
Back in about 1984 I was dating a guy that lived in a rather nice 3 bedroom house on the shores of Lake Ontario, fondly nicknamed The Concrete Beach sort of after the reggae song Concrete jungle. THere was a seriously odd situation going on, the way the lease was written the landlord could cram random people into any empty bedroom if the people living there didn’t find their own roomie. I am still not entirely certain exactly how legal this was, but I wasn’t the leaseholder, my BF of the time was.
I moved out of my apartment and was storing my stuff in ‘my’ bedroom and sleeping in my BFs when the third roomie got a job in Cleveland and moved. We looked around for a third roomie, but it was December, and nobody in Western NY will move in the winter if they can at all avoid it. Well 30 days rolled around, and the landlord dropped in for about 2 weeks with a succession of random men. Finally, he showed up wit one for a second visit and he introduced us to our new roommate.:eek:
This guy moved in with his 3 suitcases [furnished room already had bed and dressers] and settled in. His behaviour was sketchy. He would hang out and occasional skeevy buddies would drop by and they would hang for a while then leave. Oddly enough, occasionally my gas level in my car would indicate I was getting even more horrible mileage than one would suspect from a 74 mustang with the v8 … like 1 or 2 MPG instead of the 12-14 I normally got, until I got a locking gas cap. Our food would msyteriously vanish [george carlin] must have been mice in little parkas [/gc] The guy would oddly enough if anybody but Dj or I were there would be seen ostentatiously reading a bible … so DJ and I decided to conduct a bit of psychological warfare on the jackass to see if we could get him to do something towards moving out. By the way, we heard through the grapevine that he had paid the first and last months rent, but nothing else in the other 2 of the 4 months he had been there. DJ blended some hot water, chocolate exlax into liquid and gently poured it into an almost full carton of premade chocolate milk and put it back in the fridge. Ever couple days he would gently pour a little into a glass and then add water and dish soap to it to look like we had drunk some and were soaking the glass before washing dishes. Oddly enough the level in the carton was going steadily down, and the roomie was spending a lot of quality bathroom time. So after about a week of this, DJ whizzed up some pink fiberglass, red pepper flakes and black pepper corns in a blender into itching powder, and using a turkey baster whiffled it into his bedsheets, and the clothing hanging in his closet, and the clothing in his drawers. Jackass comes back that afternoon from wherever he and his buddies went, went into his room for a nap. Next thing we hear about an hour later is the shower going. then silence. Then the shower again. Then some sort of outgoing phone call we can’t understand as it is muffled by the walls and door. About 20 minutes later one of his buddies shows up, he meets and greets and gets a mystery brown paper bag and he goes back in for a shower. Copious swearing occurs. He got the quell or rid or whatever lice preparation he got into his eyes. So off goes the roomie with his buddy to wherever. We pick up the phone and nark on the roomie to the landlord for lice =) Landlord shows up, finds the lice product in the bathroom and uses that combined with the lack of rent payment as grounds to push the eviction [there was a cleanliness clause in the lease about bedbugs and personal infestations like lice, fleas and such]
About 30 days later we got lucky and notified we were moving out as DJ got a job offer from a company in Virginia Beach and we moved out ASAP.
[and yes we were deliberately trying to get the ex-con evicted. Stuff was gently and gradually going missing from our belongings. We were not at all happy about that at all.]