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Post by bixaorellana on May 20, 2010 23:22:01 GMT
Come on ~~ let's wallow in stories of inappropriate behavior that we've been forced to endure.
I'm remembering my former mother-in-law who came to visit (for two weeks!) and practically her first act upon arriving was to disappear into the house's only bathroom in order to color her hair.
I know everyone has better horror stories than that.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2010 0:45:56 GMT
Oh,that's way to funny!!!!!! One that comes to mind was in the last couple of years...was a male graduate student we were hosting who was doing some thesis work post Katrina. Nice enough fellow but,way overstepped the boundaries,cranked the air conditioner way,way up in every room,ate everything in the refrigerator without asking,and worst of all,wore a really powerful cologne that left it's dreadful scent on f'n everything he was near,sat on,lay on.... The smell lasted for a long time despite numerous laundering of linens etc. God,it was awful. He was not invited back...
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Post by bixaorellana on May 21, 2010 13:46:09 GMT
Gad, that sounds more like not realizing there is such a thing as boundaries. Looks like he really, really felt at home. I also had an overnight guest set the central air to her liking -- well under 70°. On another occasion with multiple guests, we'd all gathered in front of the tv for a news special. I kept hearing a sort of plok plok sound from slightly behind me. I turned around to see a woman guest flossing her teeth.
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Post by bazfaz on May 21, 2010 16:54:57 GMT
I watched my mother-in-law carefully brush breadcrumbs on the dining table with her hand into a little heap - and then flick them all on the floor.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2010 17:27:29 GMT
Actually, I would have to say that the most incredible story that I ever read was on a travel forum where someone recounted the tale of two obese tourist girls who brought their chairs to the breakfast buffet, sat down and started eating directly from the buffet. It sounds too incredible to be true but also too incredible to invent the story.
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Post by bixaorellana on May 22, 2010 6:15:50 GMT
I think in the very first episode of Hill Street Blues the police are called to get a man away from the buffet. He had a secretary chair so he could easily roll from one thing to another on the buffet. It always seemed like something probably taken from real life.
It really gets me when adults do things they instruct children not to do. Once a woman opened my china cabinet so she could pull out and examine things in it.
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Post by bazfaz on May 22, 2010 9:39:18 GMT
PolishMaria in one of her many jobs (she is actually a trained architect and a registered French and English interpreter) used to be a tour guide, escorting coachloads of Poles to other East European countries in communist days. She was always embarrassed by the way her charges would stuff pockets and handbags with food from the breakfast buffet.
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Post by bazfaz on May 22, 2010 9:42:56 GMT
And there is the tale I have told before about Liz and Bruce staying with us for five days, eating our food and drinking our wine. Liz said on the last day if we wanted a place to stay in London she had a flat. She would only charge us 58 pounds a night (and make sure we clean the flat before we leave).
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2010 10:16:40 GMT
You should have handed her a mop and bucket while you prepared their bill.
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Post by Don Cuevas on May 22, 2010 12:44:13 GMT
And there is the tale I have told before about Liz and Bruce staying with us for five days, eating our food and drinking our wine. Liz said on the last day if we wanted a place to stay in London she had a flat. She would only charge us 58 pounds a night (and make sure we clean the flat before we leave). Baz, you sure get the doozies as guests. When we come to visit you for a couple of weeks, sometime in the future, we will strive to be considerate guests. I can probably come up with a few guest horror tales if I give it some thought.
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Post by lola on May 22, 2010 13:48:15 GMT
When we come visit all of you, we'll be tons more considerate.
Baz, I'd repay all your hospitality by saying IF I had a flat in London or anywhere else, it would be yours at no charge.
I've either blocked out the unpleasant episodes, or lucked out with my guests.
My brother and his fastidious wife had house guests once, a hometown wild men and his wife. At the end of their eventful stay they washed the company quality white bedspread and sheets with Stan's red long underwear, leaving the bedding an uneven pink.
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Post by bazfaz on May 22, 2010 14:36:28 GMT
Next month we have Polish Maria coming again. As usual she has added on a couple of nieces but we have farmed them out to a gite just up the road. Still, they will all be eating at Faz Cottage.
Maria is intolerant of all food except Polish. She also disapproves of serving the main meal at 8 p.m. Tant pis. When we stayed at her house the main meal was at 3. After that she disappeared into her study and her husband went into his den - and Mrs Faz and I were abandoned.
One dish I know Maria will insist on having is asparagus souffle.
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Post by imec on May 22, 2010 15:36:30 GMT
I once witnessed a drunk employee (who I hired ) at the office Xmas party eating individual ribs off the buffet and throwing the bones back on the pile of ribs.
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Post by bixaorellana on May 22, 2010 15:46:20 GMT
I don't know if I should even launch into this story, as even all these years later it upsets me.
We had to spend sometime in Florida. I hated to leave my two little dogs alone for the length of time we'd be gone. A friend of mine had stayed at my house before over a weekend to care for the dogs, and was willing to do it again. My house was closer than her house to her job, which was a plus for her, and we also paid her rent for the time we'd be gone.
Our house had three bedrooms. I set her up in a bedroom with an adjoining bath. No sooner had we arrived at our destination than she phoned. She didn't like the bed in the guest room, so "had to" sleep in our bed. Then she phoned (long distance, our phone) almost daily, in the manner of a young adolescent not really ready to be left home alone. She became quite huffy when I asked her to please not continue running up the phone bill.
At any rate, when we returned home, this is what we found: All three beds had been slept in and were left unmade. The kitchen was just barely clean and all flatware had been tossed on top of the silverware caddy in the drawer. The vertical blinds in the master bedroom were broken and twisted. But the real punch in the gut was the sight of hundreds of cigarette butts -- all different brands -- crushed out on the pool surround and the wooden deck.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2010 17:01:05 GMT
I can imagine still getting hot under the collar at the recollection of such a thing.
But I am more amazed that you still call her "a friend of mine."
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Post by bixaorellana on May 22, 2010 20:23:00 GMT
That was only to establish that she was a friend -- or so I thought -- at the time.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2010 21:02:12 GMT
Boy,do I remember that incident....
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Post by bixaorellana on May 24, 2010 20:13:33 GMT
yes, & the only part of it that sort of turned into "we'll laugh about this one day" was the desperate thing you said to me as consolation
Another boundary-buster:
My house in La. had an L-shaped driveway and I'd planted a hedge on the side of it fronting the street. In front of that I had a little flower bed I was trying to get going. Hearing a rustling and grunting one day, I went out to see what was going on. It was a woman I'd never seen before crushing and forcing her way through the hedge, apparently blind to the two-car-width driveway leading from the street to the front door.
"What are you doing? You're trashing my plants!" I yelled. At that, she finished bursting through the hedge, put her hands on her hips and snarled back, "Well, I only came over here to borrow your vacuum cleaner!"
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