what is the oddest thing someone has done when you have visited their house?(711 Posts)
mine was my DB, he did warn me but tbh I was so......
I was kind of 'oh ok"
he put old sheets on the floor to protect his carpet from...
dd's wheelchair wheels
guess where we won't be going again(this was after he insisted she was shoved in the corner of the table at a pub...just in case she got in the staff's way....WTF)
??? YOUR please
ExH had some friends he knew through his ex, they were a very young couple who had married and had children whereas we were just dating at that point, but they were a few years younger. We'd had them over for dinner and done the whole three courses with drinks etc- nothing fancy but nice.
When we were invited back, we said we'd bring the drink. We then got a text asking to pick up a salad as they'd forgotten it. Then a phone call asking to also get dessert...oh and also some garlic bread!
We got there and proceeded to sit with food on our laps next to a perfectly good (and empty!) dining table and chairs. There wasn't enough sofa room so they had to sit on the floor.
More than weird.
These are all brilliant, but why on earth would people behave in such a way? I would love to ask them!
I think that when things like that happen you are generally just too shocked to say anything.
Going to try to resurrect this amazing thread!
When I was 16 I had a boyfriend whom I spent a lot of time with. His parents were much more relaxed than mine (with hindsight I can see why) so I tended to.go to his rather than see him at home. He had a double bed in his room that his parents allowed us to share, from when I was 15! I often used to sleep over, then hang around their house while he went to work the next day, then see him again when he finished. Anyway we had been together about 6 months when I decided I would like to.cook for him. His Mum said she would be on hand to help, and went out to the garden to sunbathe. I'd never cooked before so after a while I found myself getting a bit flustered. At that moment his Mum came in, wearing JUST her knickers and nothing else, and taught me how to test pasta by chucking it against a wall to see if it stuck. I was mortified. A few weeks later I was treated to the sight of her in the same state in photo form when being shown holiday snaps...
The worst I've ever had was when visiting a friend and whilst just chit chatting generally in friends bedroom her mum appears completely topless not even a bra and promptly asks me to massage her shoulders for her. I didn't know were to look whilst friend sat there laughing
Message withdrawn at poster's request.
DH's aunt, uncle and cousin from the USA stayed in our flat when I was abroad; they cleaned my windows. I felt violated! Was I a dirty mare? Did they do it as a returned favour (free Spanish accommodation)? Did they want to throw up when they looked at the view? I still get piss angry about it and DH has no idea why!
I'd be v grateful if someone cleaned my windows!
Not a happy-odd, more a sad-odd.
A group of my friends were at my best friend's house for a new year party. At some point she and her boyfriend disappeared upstairs, and there followed a strange bumping noise.
We wondered what to do, then went up to investigate. Her boyfriend had started an argument and was slapping her about.
When put on the spot, he said "she deserved it"
Unfortunately, she didn't split up with him, went on to have a child with him and move away to live and get married to him.
Happily, she then did finally have enough before anything too dire happened and she has since divorced and met someone new (and lovely).
Love love love this thread haha
I too have an odd SIL. I live in Scotland, they live in London. A few years ago we flew down to visit. Arrived at Gatwick quite late, got train then tube then wandered around slightly lost before finding their house. By this time it was about 10pm and we were starving. BIL was away on a work trip and would be back early in the morning. SIL greeted us happily, and asked what we wanted to drink. I said something along the lines of 'oooh, what have you got?', envisaging wine or gin and tonic or something. She said 'well, not much because I took baby DNephew to the supermarket, did a massive shop and then arranged for it to be delivered tomorrow'. It turned out she had no drink in, so we asked for cups of tea...only she didn't have any milk. We had tepid London tap water. We were too polite to mention the fact that we were starving, so just sat chatting politely while SIL had a massive rant about her DH (DH's brother!) working such long hours and leaving her alone with the baby. I was never quite clear on why she had gone to the shop and come back without even sticking a pint of milk in her bag/under the pram.
Next morning there was food, thank God, and BIL was back (also thank God). It had been arranged in advance that BIL, FIL, DH, SIL's dad and brothers were going to go to the rugby while SIL and I had a 'girly lunch' while looking after DNephew. Fine. Only halfway through breakfast SIL pipes up 'Dad isn't going to the rugby so I am going to go instead because it's my brother's 21st and I think it's terrible that Dad is abandoning him. Mum will look after DNephew. Too will be fine shopping on her own.' I was spitting. DH and I went upstairs and I ranted a bit about inviting guests and then leaving them out of plans. DH offered to ditch the rugby, but I rang a uni friend who luckily was in and went to meet her instead. She was the only person I knew in London so if she'd been busy I would have spent the whole day on my tod.
Had party that night for the brother's 21st, and I got a bit pissed. Went up to bed and knocked over a sellotape dispenser, then stood on it while trying to find it in the dark. This made quite a racket and I got hissed at in case I woke the baby. We went off home in the morning and next time we saw SIL she said 'oh yes, it was lovely having you to stay but Too left a 5 pence piece and a kirby grip on the floor in the bedroom/DNephew's play room'. I burst out laughing thinking she was joking but she was serious - DNephew could have eaten them and choked to death, didn't I know? Leaving aside the issue of why a baby needs a bedroom and a playroom, in a 3 bed house!
Just read all of this thread, I love it, needs to go on forever! Sadly can't think of too many of my own.
A couple of weird meal choices when I was a vegetarian child at separate friends' houses: a) pepperoni pizza (told to take the meat off AFTER I'd taken my first bite! Why not remove meat before cooking or find a plain one?) and b) a Pot Noodle while the rest of the family had a proper meal ("even the chicken one is veggie" gee thanks!).
Oh I remembered one. Just got together with my then-boyfriend (sixth form), we went to a house party with his close friends and all stayed over. My first time at this house. Woke up in the night desperate for a wee, it must have been around 2am or later. Everyone else was asleep. Get to what I remember being the bathroom door, but it's locked. I knock very quietly, no answer. No noise inside (pressed ear to the door!). Walk around the rest of the (small) house looking for a loo.... No, there is only one bathroom, and I'm sure it's that door. So I go up and try the door again, thinking it must be stuck or something, plus very quiet knock. Eventually (we're talking half an hour, an age when you're bursting for a piss) a middle aged fat bloke comes out dripping wet in just a towel, no eye contact, doesn't say a word, straight into (presumably) his bedroom! So (presumably) boyfriend's mate's Dad thought 2am the best time to have a long bath in the only bathroom, when his teenage son and ten or so mates are also in the house, likely to need a piss after all that booze! Never saw the Dad again, nor found out if perhaps there was another loo in this tiny cottage (unlikely).
Went to stay with (wealthy) friends. They have a large house and had built a one bed apartment over a kitchen extension for an au pair. We arrived to stay with 2 children in tow. They have two children the same ages (then 2 and 4). We arrived to find the au pair moving all her stuff (everything) out of the flat as we were to stay there, and not in one or two of their 3 guest rooms IN CASE WE WERE noisy.
We had travelled a long way (4 hour drive, plane, 3 hour drive) and wanted a shower / bath children before bed. There were no towels. I went to ask for some and the lady of the house shouted down, not knowing I was there, "Tell her to bring her own".
When we first arrived the wife (my friend is the husband) was not there to say hello but was, "With her horse". She saw us arrive and couldn't manage a hello. We were then told that we were going out for supper to the pub. Fine, but we were a bit broke and had bought them expensive wine etc in anticipation of some pasta at home. The "pub" cost us £200 for the evening.
This is my son's godfather - something I often regret. We have since tried to see them on loads of occasions (and we live the opposite ends of the country so it would be once a year, at most) and they always have an excuse, even when the date is booked months ahead.
The first time I went to an ex boyfriends house his uncle whipped his prince Albert to show me I was only 16 and absolutely mortified
Also don't know if this counts but a different Exbf had constructed a pool for alligators in his living room he wanted to get pet ones to roam free in his flat
Read the whole thread from start to finish, was having a shit week and now feel soooo much better.
I have one from a few years back, when myself and my BFF were living in a pokey little flat (ie: a shithole). She was going out with some of her college friends and her brother who was staying the night with us, I had to go to work next day so I went to bed early.
The flat was oddly set up, there was a door in the middle of the wall connecting her room to mine, and the bathroom was in her room. There was a tiny hall beside my room and a sitting room/kitchen. So around 3am the brother wakes up, starts looking for the bathroom by feeling along the wall, accidentally opens the door between the bedrooms and tumbles arse over tit into my room, scaring the bejeezus out of me. He tells me in a long drunken slur "It's okay, go back to sleep..." and he goes back to the other room.
A few hours later, I get up for work and I find my friend asleep in the hall, curled up in the foetal position and using my coat as a blanket. I wake her up and tell her to go to my bed (the whole flat is freezing at the best of times, the hall was Baltic) and then I go to the kitchen and find five men asleep in various places in the sitting room.
One of them woke up and started talking to me while I was getting ready for work, and told me about how my cat had been perched on the sofa staring at him all night. Said cat has only one eye, no teeth and her tongue flops out sometimes, he said every time he woke up she'd moved closer until she was perched on his chest just staring him down. At that point I walked in and she went to me for food, and he realized he hadn't been dreaming.
Oh, and not quite related but in the same flat when we had friends over our other cat, who had a nervous bowel, went into the litter tray and had the loudest, smelliest dump right behind the sofa as our friends listened in horror.
I'm saving this thread for a laugh for later....but in the meantime, I have to share the story of the time I went to stay with my French penpal, with DH. I had been writing to her for about 15 years, but this was the first time I had seen her since the time we met on holiday when we were 12.
We were having dinner with her and her DH, and my friend's uncle and aunt were at the table, too (never met them before - they seemed a nice if quiet couple). The uncle had a slightly weird hairstyle - it was pretty obviously a wig, but not a deliberate one, I mean not like a clown's or anything - just a normal hairstyle and colour. Then after dinner he left the room and came back - without the wig on.
He was as bald and shiny as a billiard ball.
No one else said anything, and the conversation just carried on, and of course DH and I were too polite to comment (how would you say in French 'WTF have you done with your wig?' anyway?). Of course I did not dare catch DH's eye.
After about 10 mins, uncle and aunt burst out laughing, as did my friend and her dh. Apparently this was uncle's regular party trick with guests, just to see how they would react. We saw the funny side (eventually), but I will never forget the 'OMG what do I say?' moment he walked in without that wig.
When I was 17 and very naive, I had a boyfriend who was 14 years old and an absolute wrong un (obviously).
The first time I visited his house we were sat in the dining room drinking wine and he said "When I was tidying up I saw that the video camera was out and I though, 'God what will she think?! She'll think I'm some kind of pervert who wants to film her!' " I laughed nervously and changed the subject but looking back I think that was my in to say "I've always fancied making a home movie...."
Needless to say we aren't still together.
My MIL (lovely if a little odd) served me my wine in a large vase.
Her reasoning that she didnt have any wine glasses
Wouldnt have minded but it was a large vase and she must have sunk the full bottle in it.
And now she thinks I love the vase/glass and im always served wine in it
I went to stay with my school friend after she went to Uni in Brighton, she met me at the station with her boyfriend, and said she was really sorry but she had to work that day after all but her boyfriend would entertain me and we would meet up later.
A bit awkward but he turned out to be lovely and very besotted with my friend, so all good. Spend the next day all together and then that night she and I had arranged to see the rocky horror picture show, so far all good, after the show we went clubbing, was all good fun, she suddenly decides she wants to go home, and leaves suddenly, I had checked my coat in at the club so follow her about 10min later once I have claimed it, at her flat her boyfriend has fallen asleep across her doorway obviously waiting for us to get back.
I go into her flat and she has picked up a strange italian guy on her way home and is busy having sex with him in the middle of the lounge were i had been sleeping, I end up hiding in the bathroom.
Eventually they stop and I end up asking what is going on and realise she has been taking something and is completely out of it, Italian guy starts trying it on with me and I end up saying he has to leave as he won't stop pawing at me, which he refuses to do, boyfriend wakes up from his doze on the doorstep and my friend makes out the Italian guy was someone I had picked up.
Boyfriend kicks him out and blames me for putting her in an unsafe situation, my friend just lets me take the rap, and they disappear off to her bedroom.
The next day friend is ignoring me, her boyfriend is giving me disapproving looks and I decide it is time to go home early.
I subsequently realise her drug use is a lot more than I had realised and she is no longer someone I recognise.
We got back in touch years later and she apologised, but it was all a bit late to salvage any friendship
Nooooo this can't be the last one!!
< racks brains to think of something to contribute >
I have been to my brothers house a day or two after new year to drop something off (we lived 5 mins from each other), stepped forward to give him a new year kiss & had the door closed in my face because his wife was asleep and I wasn't allowed in. Mortified.
A few years ago I had invited a friend over to lunch and during lunch another woman dropped in who I didn't know very well. I made us all coffee afterwards and I was looking forward to having a chatty afternoon with my friend after the other woman had left. My friend was pregnant with twins at the time and as the other woman got up to go she offered to take my friend home. As my friend would have had a longish walk she accepted the offer. Disappointing but fair enough.
However, some months later this other woman invited me to lunch at her house, and as we were still sitting at table and she started to clear the dishes, she said 'DH can give you a lift home now, Woodmouse'.
I always believed that an invite to a meal in someone's home was part of a longer social function. Not to be treated in isolation as some cafe experience and then expected to leave within minutes!
Maybe I'm wrong though, because I've just remembered that an old lady told me she had once been invited to Christmas dinner at someone's house and was really looking forward to interacting with the family. She was shown into a room on her own, fed, and then taken home afterwards.....
My friend and I have talked about this attitude since and both think it's weird.
I fear my parents are the odd hosts!
I was 17 a student living at home and about to sit down to tea, of fish fingers chips and peas with my parents!
My mum doesn't have a big appetite =makes stingy portions= and so I think we had three fish fingers each.
The doorbell rings, it's some relatives, ie there had been some mix up about a date, my dad was convinced they were due to visit the following week for a meal.
Instead of coming clean and inviting them in and perhaps getting a takeaway and being honest, my mum cuts the 9 fish fingers up to give enough =not= for 6 people.
I got dispatched out to buy some cake!
We've not seen them since
I remember being about 16 and a new friend invited me to stay over. When we got to hers I was almost immediately told to sit and then had to endure what seamed like a lifetime of we renditions of Whitney Housten. She was really beltin out the tuneS right in front of me, i just say there fake smile wanting to die inside!!
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