The Last Roommate You’d Want
I have three roommates. Two of them are excellent, quiet, friendly clean, do their share of everything. This other guy is a total jerk. He doesn’t clean at all and wants people to buy stuff he’ll go halves on but never does. He opened my wall locker to use my laundry soap, which is like $10 for a small jug overseas. He says he’ll spot me back. He doesn’t.
I take the initiative to take the garbage out when it starts to get full—but that’s when I made a disturbing discovery. I found a few water bottles filled with a clear yellow liquid. Pee. Pee bottles. I’m by no means a loud type, but this was horrid, and I needed to yell to get some shame factor in. He denied it. Then later I came in to see him clear out two more bottles from under his bunk.
He now laughs and says I’m the one that was being ridiculous. He gets on Skype at 3 AM, and wakes us up. Yet when we do anything at a normal time, like 7 PM, we’re the jerks. Plus, he’s totally awful to his family back home along with his girlfriend. Not cool, I’m trying to get this bag of dirt out of my room and building.
Story credit: Reddit/cleminem9919