My last roommate constantly had friends crash at our place. I would wake up early to go to work and have to crawl over bodies sleeping on my living room floor. They would usually be up until 5 am partying…which was lovely since I had to work in the morning.
The last straw was when one of her drunk friends crashed on the couch…and was so drunk he peed himself. He then tried to hide the fact by tucking the wet couch cover under and placing one of my blankets on top, which then got my blanket soaked in urine. Did he really think we wouldn’t notice? My couch was ruined and my roommate never gave me a cent to replace it. In fact, she didn’t even want me to say anything to her friend about the incident…cause she didn’t want him to be mad at her for bringing it up. Lovely! That is why I live alone now.
Man, I have so many crazy roommate stories. I could go on and on. I have had some good ones, but the bad ones really made me realize how the extra rent to live alone is so worth it.