Pasta Cook-off
I have a housemate that has lived in the house I am sharing for a good seven years or something (edit: this is the length of time that she has lived in the house. I have only moved in recently). She’s outlasted countless other housemates during this time.
When I agreed to rent the room, I got a super weird vibe from her, but decided to rent it anyway as college started the following week and I was desperate to find a place.
Anyway to quickly set the scene, she has always acted incredibly entitled throughout the time I’ve lived here and she acts like she owns the place (she doesn’t and neither does her family).
Her stuff is everywhere throughout the place, her parents and grandparents regularly come over without warning and she sits out watching tv every evening denying me and my other housemate the opportunity to use it (to name only a few of her antics).
Last week I had been working on an assignment and went to cook later than I usually would at about 8/8.30pm. She usually cooks for hours most nights from this point onwards to ‘meal prep’ (she eats a lot of food), although we have no verbal agreement that she has exclusive rights to the kitchen from this point onwards.
Knowing this I knew that I had to start cooking ASAP before she took over the kitchen and I wouldn’t be able to eat. I got out my frying pan and placed it on one of four stove tops. As I did so, she looks at me and booms, “Excuuuse me, but I’M about to start cooking now!”
I’m pretty sick of her antics, so I look her dead in the eye and say, “Are you seriously suggesting that I can’t use one of four stove tops, to cook dinner in our shared home?” After a long pause and some huffing and puffing she says, “Well I’M using the big burner, as I’M cooking pasta.”
So was I, but beyond being amusing this didn’t bother me as there is an identically sized burner on the other side (she just wanted to claim ownership of the spot I had put my pan on), so I proceeded to cook my dinner.
The whole time she acted like it was the rudest thing in the world, for me to expect to be able to cook dinner that night. Throughout the 25 minutes it took me to cook my meal, she continued to verbally sigh and tap away at her phone while glaring at me, undoubtedly complaining about me to her parents or something.
To make the situation even more ridiculous, she didn’t talk to me the next day/ignored me. Such a weirdo, the end of this semester can’t come quickly enough, as I plan to move out ASAP. Story credit: Reddit / [deleted]