The worst roommate I had was Sophomore year of College. He was randomly assigned after I had been given a double with no roommate. At first he seemed fine, but it got worse and creepier throughout the year.
The first problem was that he was afraid of showering in our Suite shower. He would wait until he went home on the weekends to shower. Couple this with the fact that he wasn’t the smallest person and that he wore the same black sweatpants and black sweatshirt every day and you can see why this would be a problem. The same thing with shoes and no socks, which he stored in the common living room beneath the couch.
The second problem developed about halfway through the semester. He wore a black robe in the morning while he was getting ready for class. When he went to piss he would drape the robe off of himself, onto the floor, and then piss. This resulted in piss splatter (combined with whatever was already on the floor) all over his robe. Again, coupled with the lack of washing the robe received, you can see why this would be an issue.
As if the piss-soaked, sweat-covered stench of clothing was not enough, the third problem developed near the end of the semester. I had recently started seeing a suitemate’s friend and she routinely stayed over with me when I could get her to overlook the smell. On no less than three separate occasions I woke up to find him standing in the middle of the room, staring at us and breathing heavily. It took until the third incident before the RA (who was also my suitemate) called for an intervention for the person’s hygiene and overall creepiness of masturbating to my girlfriend and I sleeping.
Needless to say, he was placed into another suite the next semester and I once again had the room to myself.