26 Times People Were Shocked By Their Guest's Bad Behavior
People who were real unpleasant.
Published 1 year ago in Funny
The old laws of hospitality were, in effect, the precursors to the concept of legal liability; you were expected to protect your guests or patrons from injury, whether accidental or intentional. To harm a guest of your home was, for lack of a better term, super -forbidden. We can only think that the houseguests down below were created purely to test the restraint of those who subscribed to these ancient customs.
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Picked up sister and BIL from airport and dropped them off at my house before taking my preschool kid to a doctor’s appointment. Told them to make themselves at home, we’ll be back in 2 hours. They at all the snacks in the entire house, including 10 brand new boxes of Girl Scout cookies. At least 2 months worth of snacks. They laughed and said they “just couldn’t help themselves since they don’t have junk food in at home”. Worst part? Girl Scout cookie season had ended two days before. All those delicious Thin Mints, gone.2
Had an aunt come stay with us for a short amount of time when I was about 8, my parents let her stay in my bedroom. She decided on day two that she wanted to “help me decorate” and basically turned my bedroom into her own room. She took me shopping, and denied every single thing I picked out, but whatever, I could change it when she was gone. A couple days later, I came home from school and all my stuffed animals were gone. I used to empty the claw machine at this one restaurant/bar my parents went to on a regular basis, so there was probably close to a hundred stuffed animals in my collection. When she told me she’d thrown them out, I lost it. I went off on her, telling her to get the f**k out of my house, crying hysterically. My dad made his only sister go find a hotel for the last bit of her vacation, and 18 years later, I haven’t seen her since.3
My ex husband had a less than savory friend. He walked into my home once, helped himself to my fridge without asking and then when he got himself some silverware, had the audacity to insult it and say it looked like something a grandmother would have. Well yes, yes it does, since it's hers and she gave it to me. Another time he went to my MIL's house when we told him we didn't want to hang out. We weren't even home yet! He came in, say down, ordered a pizza that he refused to share with my MIL or BIL, and just sat there watching TV for two hours until we got back from whatever we were doing. He was a grade A a**hole. F**king hate you, Craig.5
My grandma offered to make him a sandwich. A little while later he said, where is that sandwich coming from, South Dakota? Guess he thought it was taking too long. 35 years later i still think about that a**hole sometimes and wonder wtf was he thinking? Just how could you say that to someone's grandmother you just met? He was my cousin's dorky boyfriend's friend. I was about 13 yo and appalled. My grandmother was the sweetest woman and an amazing hostess.7
The $900 phone sex bill. It was the early 90's and the bill came on paper and was about 100 pages. I let a guy stay in my house for a month while he was in summer school and I was going to be gone half the summer. He would call while black out drunk. Other than this, he was an excellent houseguest. He even told me that they were going to be these phone bills coming and that he would pay for it but we had no idea that it was going to be almost $1,000 The reason the bill was 100 pages was because each of the 1-900 numbers operated as individual little telephone companies that generated a separate bill for their services, so that $900 bill was about 50 separate bills printed individually that were bundled together by my local provider. If I didn't pay that bill somehow they were never going to let me have a telephone again. I was able to call some of the customer service departments and get some of the bills cancelled or reduced. My house guest coughed up $500 and gave me a CD player and a PlayStation and a TV10
Had someone my Mom knew from work stay with us for a while when they were having a divorce. They were all around kinda scummy but the thing that really set us off was that we caught him and his new girlfriend feeding random crap to our dog. When I caught them they were tossing him chicken bones from KFC which can be really dangerous for dogs.11
Had a friend stay until he found a job and got on his feet. He never applied anywhere, or tried to leave our couch at all. Another friend offered him an interview and he purposely blew it because he didn’t like that job. He was mean to my puppy and sat in our house all day while we worked and never offered to take her out or anything. The worst though is when he started blaring the tv at 5am. I mean literally almost as loud as the tv would go. And he was always f**king watching Scrubs. He left around a month and a half later after he ran out of money from ordering food for every meal and not leaving our house. He then made a post on Facebook about how the city defeated him and it didn’t work out lol13
My husband’s old friend stayed with us for two weeks while we were living in Japan. He was very smug and irritating; an instant ‘expert’ on Japan after a few days, when we had been living there for two years. Finally, finally he left on a Friday. My husband and I had separate plans on Saturday. I returned in the afternoon to an unlocked door and the sound of the TV. I thought hubby had returned early. Nope. It was Old Friend - thinking we had gone for the weekend, he had broken into our apartment for an extra two-night stay. “You weren’t supposed to be here!” he protested - and he refused to leave until my husband came back home and told Old Pal personally that he had overstayed his welcome.14
Dinner guest asked to stay overnight because of the snow (which wasn’t forecasted until much later that night). Spouse and I agreed as we didn’t have work the next day. But guest did - and at 7:30 in the morning he was freaking out because we hadn’t shoveled the driveway for him yet. “How am I supposed to get to work on time?!”15
Had a buddy stay with me and my then GF now wife, lived on the top floor of a poorly insulated apartment. We never set the air below 75 in the summer (kept it at 70 when we first moved in and got a $300 bill) we came back from being out of town for a few days he has some chick naked on the couch (my wife hated this girl and he knew it) and the air was set to 65. He didn't live there much longer.16
My brother's best friend came to live with us for "a few months" because he wanted to move back to our state. My parents agreed because he was supposed to go to college and they believe college education is important. Well 8 years later and he is still there, all my parent's children have moved out but for some reason my brother's best friend is still living there.17
I had a longtime friend who was just sort of chaotic and oblivious as a teen, super messy bedroom, yadda yadda pretty normal for a teenager. But as we all got older she never seemed to grow out of any of it. So by the time we are in our late 20s, I started to dread getting together with her because just getting together for dinner or drinks on Friday meant essentially committing to her staying the entire weekend. The final straw came one Monday when I had to get up to go to work (I was also a full time student) and she was still hanging out. I told her goodbye and made it clear I wasn't coming back because I had plans after work. When I finally got home that evening, the house was in shambles. She'd managed to tear down the shower curtain, just leaving it hanging. She had apparently worn a pair of my favorite slippers, fluffy pink pigs, and managed to rip the tail off one, which she just left lying there on the floor. Dirty dishes, of course. This was the same woman who managed to catch my favorite sweater (hand knit by a former BF's mother) ON FIRE at a bonfire. Burning a giant hole (hand sized) and leaving it covered in scorch marks. She actually tried to hide it by I think putting it back folded. The final straw came at an event for her parents where I was helping out and she literally snapped her fingers at me and told me to "get back to work" when I was having a smoke in the backyard with some other friends. I just never spoke to her again.22
My ex-BIL plopped himself and a plate of bbq ribs on my nice, cream-colored sofa, and he proceeded to chow down. He used the sofa as a napkin, spilled the meat on the sofa, and I kid you not, I actually had bbq sauce on the ceiling above where he was sitting. HOW do you get that stuff up there? Here I am, two decades later, and I still have not figured that one out.29
My sister stayed with our brother and dad a few years ago while bumming around (her husband passed away and she doesn't have to work, so she travels pretty much year round). While there, without anyone's permission and at no one's request, she completely dismantled and reorganized their walk in pantry, threw all of their food because it was "too processed" and "not healthy enough" (it was basic stuff too... pasta, sauces, frozen pierogies, potatoes, canned goods, snacks, etc.) and bought new. After her trip to the grocery store, she had the audacity to try and charge them for the food she bought. It wasn't even stuff they particularly liked, which cracked me up. They laughed in her face and she sulked for like a week. Then she invited her teenage son to stay with them because he got kicked out of camp? school? something like that for vaping, and she was "too mortified" to let him back home so early. At the time, my brother lived 2 states away, lol. After that, she overstayed her welcome by about 3 weeks. Needless to say, she's a hot mess.32
We have a 9-year-old little girl from down the street who's friends with my daughter. She comes to our house at least every other day, and mostly just shows up. She has an opinion about EVERYTHING we do. My wife or I can not make a move without feeling judged, or receiving some advice I would never expect from a 9-year-old, ranging from how messy our house is, to how we spend our money. And she talks back as much as my own kids. It mostly makes us laugh. Mostly.