Seasoning the Pans
I was petsitting and the people asked me to stay at their house. The house is pretty cluttered because the woman is a compulsive shopper. There are unopened boxes everywhere. The garage is a complete cube of random stuff.
I open the cabinet to get a pan for dinner. They put dirty pots and pans back in the cabinets all crusted with food. I called the guy to say WTF and he said “Oh the pans are seasoning.” That’s not how that works, man.
I was outie. I just came over to feed the animals after that. No way was I going to stay there. Story credit: Reddit / Botryoid2000