Down the Toilet
My Very Worst Roommates happened to be two of my really good friends from my college days. When I got a job across state (where they lived), I moved in with them to make it simple, not ever really thinking too much of their living habits. Immediately I was really disgusted by the smell of body odor saturating the apartment. On top of that, the bathroom I shared had nearly no counter space. My roommates didn’t think the medicine cabinet or sink drawers were easy enough access to their toiletries, so they just left their family size Listerine, Q-tips, toothpaste, etc. all on the top of the toilet and sink counter. The shower curtain was crawling with mildew and the tub floor was stained from who knows what. Oh and the toilet had been destroyed by many patrons throwing up after drinking or eating too much Taco Bell and one of them who had terrible IBS I later learned.
The worst was the kitchen though. I don’t think my roommates understood that after using a George Foreman grill, or quesadilla maker that they had to clean the insides of them. Those things hadn’t been cleaned since they were first used, so there was fat cemented on the inside and outside. Crumbs were all over the kitchen counter, the microwave inside looked almost exactly like the toilet did — splatters everywhere. And the coup de grace was the fact that we had items in our fridge that had been there for months. When I first moved in I noticed a really foul smell from the fridge, but I attributed it to rotten milk or and figured it would be thrown away soon enough. A month and a half passed and I finally got fed up and looked through the entire fridge. One of my roommates loved to buy fresh meat and cheese from the deli, only he forgot to ever come back to them after purchase. There were roast beef and ham that, after I checked the date, had been there over two months. Of course they were completely rotting. Believe me, those were not the only molded foods that were in the fridge. On top of that, one of my roommates liked to leave the door open when he banged his girlfriend, so I got to hear every moan and grunt!
guess you’ll check the place out before moving in somewhere next time, eh? filthy bastards.
I lived in a place like this for a month, where the counter/sink was always completely covered in dirty dishes, the microwave hadn’t been cleaned in months (I guess as long as it still functioned, everything was fine and dandy), and the fridge had an inch or two deep layer of unidentifiable black goo in the bottom. I pretty much just got in/out to get my food as fast as possible. I don’t really understand people who live that way, I suppose maybe they were brought up that way – or perhaps the opposite way, and are rebelling against it. I mean I think a lot of people have some amount of mess in their kitchen at any given time, but these people take it to the extreme – and the more roommates there are, the less anyone wants to take responsibility.
Wow. I could not live in that, but I almost have a feeling of envy for people that truly don’t care what others think. I race around trying to clean the dishes, or make sure the house looks nice for company. They don’t care if the world steps in their personal filth. To truly not give a God damn. That’s nuts!
I just don’t get how anyone can live like that at all.
“or perhaps the opposite way, and are rebelling against it”
I was in that category for a while, then realised it was gross and stupid – largely from living with people who were worse!
I admit I’m not the cleanest person in the world, but I have the common courtesy to clean up after myself, especially if I make a huge mess. How anyone could wallow in filth like that just amazes me. I’ve had friends who’ve lived in pretty nasty conditions, and I had to live with them for a short while (I got out as quickly as I could). Stories like these make me wonder how these people were raised, and what they’ll be like if they ever get married.
how totally gross. I mean how do you not know that an appliance used for food needs to be cleaned? do these idiots never see anyone wash the dishes when they are growing up?
I also wonder why so many people seem to know so little about our friends…until we move in with them!
How long did you last in that apartment, OP?
Whoa. And here I was feeling guilty because it’d been over a month since I’d cleaned/cleaned out our fridge. Egad.