“From Laughs to Nightmares: 66 Guests Whose Visits Turned Unforgettable for All the Wrong Reasons!”
#40
We had a baby shower at my house. My Aunt is the landlord and was also in attendance. At the time there was a no dogs allowed policy. A guest brought their chihuahua and let it loose in the house. I thought my Aunt was gonna have a heart attack and the dog was scared by all the people and couldnt be caught until after the party. They never even asked if it was ok to bring their dog.
#41
I had a collection of 1$ casino chips, one from every casino I had been to. A housemate invites some people over and a guy sees them sitting somewhere and starts playing with them. I figure the guy likes to fidget so it’s no big deal. Guy ended up taking a bunch a mismatched casino chips and even apparently tried buying a drink at the bar with them. Luckily one of the other guys he went out with got them back to me but seriously? Who does that?
#42
My girlfriend at the time had a friend over. Her friend lit up a cigarette in the middle of our lounge room and started smoking and flicking the ash on our carpet. I didn’t even know what to do. I don’t speak to either of them now.
#43
When I was beginning junior high, my sister went off to France for a study abroad program, and as part of the program we also became the host family to an exchange student from Japan. She was really nice and I had no problem with her (especially because I got to sleep in the gaming room for 6 months while she got my old room) except for one thing: she ate all the damn cookies.
Now our family likes cookies as much as the next, but my grandma would come over every wednesday and bake a fresh batch of cookies for the kids when they got home from school, and as i’m sure many of you know, grandma’s cooking is always best. The problem was, if there were any cookies uneaten by the end of the day, the exchange student would eat them ALL in the middle of the night while skyping her friends back in Japan. Without fail, I could always hear in the middle of the night her loud footsteps as she stomped down the stairway that shared a wall with the game room I was sleeping in, the unmistakable sound of the cookie jar opening, and the harrowing sound of the bottom of the jar being scraped as she delves for the last one. In got to be such a problem that we started asking grandma to keep some cookies hidden so that we could eat them the next day. She was great in every other regard and had a great time herself, but god damn the only thing I think about when I think about her is not the fact that I literally slept on the couch for 6 months, but the look of an empty cookie jar on Thursday morning.
