Final Fantasy
One of my former roommates in college bought a $700 tv, a $200 Bluray player, $120 speakers, and a metric ton of snacks for his side of the dorm. He bought all of this with the inheiritance money he recieved from his grandfather’s passing.
Now, you’re probably thinking that that’s a bit excessive to buy all that, but it’s his money and he can do what he wants with it. Okay. But he bought all this within the first two weeks of living there.
Long story short, he had to sell/return the tv, speakers, Bluray player, and most of his belongings to support his tuition, and so that he wouldn’t starve once his “endless” food supply ran out.
Overall he wasn’t the worst roommate ever (I’ve had plenty worse) but what really rubbed me the wrong way was when I was alone one night there was a blackout in our dorm. I was hanging out in the hall talking to the freshman (I was a junior at the time) and we were all talking it up.
One guy pipes up and says “You’re (blank’s) roommate, right? You like Final Fantasy 7? I love it.” That comment seemed odd, so I asked him how he knew I loved FF7. “Oh, your roommate almost sold me your copy you had on your shelf for $10.”
This was a mint condition black label copy of the game, which I thankfully still have. It’s a rare edition, and I spent good money on it. The dude was really cool about it though, figured out that my roommate hadn’t cleared it with me to sell the game and declined.
The guy knew this inherently too, because my roommate had built up a less than charming reputation on campus. Story credit: Reddit / thedevilsdelinquent