All In The Family
I moved in with my cousin who was renting a two-bedroom in Little Italy, NYC. It was a tiny place and my room was so small, that in bed, my feet touched the wall. I paid half even though his room was bigger. He said he wouldn’t help me move my stuff in. I asked him where the nearest subway station was and he answered, “Figure it out.”
He hadn’t mentioned that the apartment was a Pre-War. Our tub was in the kitchen (the only common room) next to our only sink. I put up a curtain, painted the place and cleaned it. He clipped his toenails and left them on the kitchen floor. So I swept everything into his bed. I asked him not to leave dishes because he’d go away for weeks and never do them. We had roaches, so you can imagine. So I put the piles of dirty dishes on his bed.
One day, the outside water main broke. I wrote the landlord about it. Later, my cousin freaked out on me because he had not been paying our rent at all! He never told me the landlord was changing our doors. I freaked out because I thought we were being evicted. There was no door jamb, so two HUGE rats wiggled in while I watched in horror. When my cousin came home, all he did was turn the oven on, saying, “That should do it, if they’re hiding in there.” I moved out after that, but there’s more.
He had a van and I asked if I could pay him to help me move my stuff. He stopped on the way to visit friends in Brooklyn and played video games for three hours. I found out later that my dad had paid him to help me move, too. Of course, he never told either of us. He’s a banker who also tries to sell Amway now.
Your cousin sounds like a total douchecanoe. :/
hahhahha “douchecanoe” is the best term ever.
douchetruck!!! yeah, he really sounds like a class act. Remedial class.
You didn’t say what were the circumstances for you moving (barging?) into your cousin’s place. That may explain why he was so cold to you. And then you don’t do anything to help, putting dirty dishes in his bed. Nothing worse than an unwanted guest in your home telling you to change your lifestyle.
Not that the banker is a very good person, but who was the real Bad Roommate?
TheRestOfTheStory: Just saw your comment and you’ll probably not see this, but to set the record straight, I did NOT barge in. He needed a roommate as his old one was moving out, so I actually was helping HIM out. You take a risk when you take on a roommate in NYC if you don’t know the person beforehand, and I was the only person available at the time, so he actually benefitted (didn’t have to pay rent by himself…although as I learned later, he wasn’t paying anything anyway.)
He had ZERO reason to be cold to me. I kept to myself and almost NEVER had a guest over. If you read what I wrote, you’d see that I cleaned and painted the apartment, and put some money into making it more livable.
I DID THE FREAKING DISHES – mine AND his occasionally. But I simply asked him NOT to leave piles of HIS dirty dishes in our ONLY sink if he was going to be away for 2 or 3 DAYS at a time. Because we had pests and it would stink and I WOULD HAVE NO ACCESS TO A CLEAN SINK. Jesus!
And how is a PAYING TENANT the same as a guest in someone’s home? Do you even have remedial reading skills? So I guess you think that giving yourself a messy, disgusting pedicure in a shared DINING area is a lifestyle choice another roommate needs to respect? Man – you are so off.