Three Girls, One Bathroom

My best friend and I decided to move in together and we found a nice big three-bedroom home with one bathroom to share. She and I couldn’t afford to split the rent, so we decided to rent the last bedroom out to someone else who we decided wouldn’t sign a copy of the lease, just in case they turned out to be psycho. Ever heard of Murphy’s Law? We put a post up on Craigslist and heard back from G. She seemed cute, sweet and very quirky and was a textile major at the State University a few miles away from the house. She was moving in with us from a house down the street and even before she had brought her things over, she would drop by (she’d climb up over our fence and onto our front porch and hang out until we got home) because she was apparently miserable in her old living situation. As soon as she moved in, we figured out why she was so unhappy.

The girl didn’t have a car and would rely on us to give her rides everywhere. She went to school full-time and worked at a children’s party facility full-time. She came home sweating and stinking like crazy and never took showers. Did I mention we all shared one bathroom? The smell became overwhelming when G went in there to pee or change her grody pad. She was perpetually broke and would hover over us as we made dinner, hoping we would offer her some, and the few times we did go to out to eat, she’d weasel her way out of paying her share of the check. G’s money issues became too much to handle, especially when she stiffed me on basic necessities that I paid for (“Oh, I owe you $27.43? Why don’t I just go ahead and give you $25 for the gas bill?”). The last straw was when she met my good friend E, a guy I’ve known since childhood, and she decided she was in love. She stalked him incessantly to the point where he never wanted to come over to visit, for fear that she would rape him upon site.

We eventually asked when she’d be moving out, and she begrudgingly took all stuff out of the house and over to her mother’s place about a month before she planned to leave. My best friend and I lucked out because she wasn’t on the lease, and therefore paid us a $500 deposit directly, which we had no problem keeping to subsidize the tab she had racked up over the course of her six months living with us.