What's the weirdest thing a guest in your house has done? (Lighthearted)

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DH had a close childhood friend. They were in their early 20s and friend had come over to hang out (just for the evening not to stay over).

DH was still living with his parents at the time and they were all in the living room chatting when friend randomly gets up and announces "right I'm going for a bath" and just goes off and has a bath in their house.

It's such a small thing but so bizarre. What odd habits have you seen from house guests?

Oh poor girl. She was probably embarrassed and hoped the knickers would never be found.

This thread is so🤢 I've had to stop reading it.

My daughter and her boyfriend have recently moved into a flat and his mother and aunt popped over while he was working from home and my daughter was at work. Boyfriend was on a business call in the bedroom and when he came out they had rearranged all the furniture. He left it as he was working - my daughter was furious when she got home and put it all back. She is still quietly seething with his mother, who has no idea!

Sorry I laughed at this but I get your point totally

So... she just never flushes the loo in her house??? (Insert a totally shocked jaw drop face here)

Made me embarrassed for the son who had to tell his poor bloody gf to take them outside too!

That's like the Christmas episode of motherland 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

When my DM was heavily pregnant with me, my DF’s eccentric, soap-dodging PhD supervisor came to stay ‘for a few days’ while he sorted accommodation for a period of research leave. Needless to say, he didn’t sort accommodation, and stayed for his entire sabbatical, including the first few months after my birth. My DM brought me home from the maternity ward to find him boiling his underwear in an enamel lobster pot, with the whole house smelling of sweaty professorial ballsack.

Another of my DF’s friends came to stay with his wife and they brought with them a cuddly toy Wylie Coyote doll (from the coyote and roadrunner cartoons). The coyote had to have his own place setting at the table, and actual food on a plate in front of him, and we all had to speak to as though he were a human being. My DF’s friend would respond as the coyote in a sort of muffled ventriloquist dummy voice.

I was about 8 at the time, and used to think I’d dreamed this until I found pictures of them in a family photo album, out at a park with the coyote in a Baby Bjorn strapped to the man’s chest.

This is mild compared to others but PIL, specifically MIL, has to buy her own food in. No matter that I stock the fridge, freezer, cupboards, fruit bowl, biscuit tin etc... that women will immediately go shopping and buy a load of duplicates for which there is no space. It's like she won't allow herself to eat our food. Last time they stayed they were here for a few nights with the kids while DH and I had a little city break. I stocked the fridge with a range of ingredients and ready meals so she didn't need to cook if she really didn't want to, but could if she wanted. I wrote an inventory of what was in the fridge and both the freezers. I showed her the contents of the fridge before we left. She was ill the first night we were gone and instead of cooking any of the ready meals (not cheap ones!) she goes and spends 40 to 50 quid on a pizza take away. I fucking despair. And breath.

That happened to me too, it was the man who came to set up the sky box. Asked if he could use the loo, letft the seat up and didn’t flush, not quite so bad. But I was fuming, he also took about 2 hours to do nothing,

My parents threw me a champagne brunch at their house to celebrate my master's graduation. In addition to friends and family invited, my parents sent invites to fellow graduates from my department (roughly 15 of us, age range 23-50). One of the women from my cohort attended, visited for a time, then told us she was tired and was going to go upstairs to take a nap. She found a guest room and went to sleep! It was the middle of the day and she'd never been to my parents' home before - and we weren't really friends, just fellow students who'd known each other the last 2 years.

A few hours later, she woke up, thanked my parents and left. It was the oddest thing.

A friend stayed with us for a couple of weeks with her then-10 month old baby. Friend was quite absentminded a lot of the time but I was distinctly unimpressed when the baby had a nappy of very runny poo and she proceeded to change his nappy directly on our carpeted lounge floor.

Not only did the nappy absolutely stink, but she didn’t use a changing mat and with a squirming baby managed to get poo all over her trousers, hands and our carpet. When she was done she just sat there covered in poo and started chatting to us again while the baby crawled off. Eventually she got up to clean herself up and left the poo on the carpet and didn’t offer to clean it up or apologise.

In our guest room it had laminate flooring and she left baby vomit on the floor for two days.
We were so glad when she left, it was just revolting.

Off topic as not a visitor, but this in turn reminds me of when I was a kid and found one of those massive house spiders in the bathroom, my dad scooped it up and threw it out of the window, only to hear the next door neighbour start yelling seconds later after it had landed on his head.

This Christmas my DM (aged 87 and not great eyesight to be honest) asked me to make a salad for tea… absolutely fine, no problem there, of course I will!

typical 1970’s ingredients, lettuce, cucumber and tomatoes and not much more…. I get to the tomatoes and they look a bit dodgy - the two she had put on the chopping board had those little black spots around the top…. I complained to my dad who then got the rest os the pack out of the fridge …

they had fur coats on and were making a lovely bath of goop in the bottom of the packet!

When I complained, my dad tried to put them back int he fridge!!!

I interviewed and went and out the whole lot straight in the compost.

I now don’t know how they’ve never got food poising!?

On another note, they’re always trying to give me milk to take home with me when we stay - ermmm, why?

I mean for a lot of mothers, I get that your own baby's poo is the least worst poo a person has to handle in life, but it's still disgusting!

Not as brilliant as some of these but our weird guest was an arse of a man that my MIL had taken up with. Horrible miserable controlling man. He never wanted her out of his sight once he moved in to her house so when I had DC 2 and she wanted to visit the new baby she insisted he must come too.

She ran around after him all the time so didn’t get to spend much time with us. He was however luckily quite disgusted by breastfeeding so when I was feeding the baby in the living room he would jump up and disappear. He went to the local high street on one of his disappearances and came back with some bulbs to plant. Bit random.

We had sort of forgotten this episode until the spring when the flowers started appearing. He had planted each one about 6 inches apart around the perimeter of the entire front garden so we had this sort of army of identical regimented tulips. It looked really odd!

And me too. Two workmen doing our drive. More senior one asked to come in and use the loo just as I was leaving to go shopping. I said sure, no problem, I'll be back in ten. When I came back he had walked mud all through the house, shat in the toilet and not flushed. I mean WTF? I was so upset. I didn't feel I could say anything as I was on my own in the house and I did not know these guys who had been sub-contracted by another company. Dirty fucker! and it's the cultural norm where I live to remove shoes before entering a house.

it wasn’t exactly nice for me to mention it to my son but I don’t want to clean up after another capable and unrelated adult who had the option to put it in her belongings. 😏

FGS. Have a bathroom bin with a lid and put a liner in it, rather than make some poor woman traipse outside several times a day and at night clutching her used sanitary items.

You might be wondering in years to come when you're not made spectacularly welcome in their home, this will be why.

Dsis stayed the night in our new house, it was noisy in her room so I knocked on the door to ask if she was ok. It took her a while to open the door and the room was in complete darkness. Dsis couldn’t find the light switch, which was in the ordinary place on the wall by the door. So she’d been blundering around in there in the dark. Just how?

Thankfully I don’t have house guests who expect me to clean up their menstrual waste. Just like I don’t expect others to clean up mine. For me it’s just basic courtesy and good manners.

My FIL is the type to pick out rubbish from the bin and sift through it to put in the correct outside bin, he’d reuse the same plastic bin liner over and over. I’m not having him or mil sticking their hands in a bin with my pee or blood soaked pads.

id never leave a used pad in someone’s house even if I have to wrap it up to put it in my pocket and bin it when I get home.

When I was pregnant I had HG so I was either throwing up or sleeping for about 6 months, FIL knew this but still had a habit of popping in, one day I heard him knocking on the door so I decided to ignore him thinking he’d go away, but no he keeps knocking for way longer than is acceptable, then decides to borrow a ladder from the next door neighbour climb over the fence and bang on the window in the living room where I’m (pretending to be) sleeping on the sofa. He didn’t want anything, there was no emergency.

When I was at Uni we found something much worse than Babybels in our freezer, basically something that should have been in the toilet 🤮
It was a huge mystery and we decided in the end it must have been the students next door 😆 So weird.

Mum’s new boyfriend shaved off half his hair… then she insisted they had to go out to the shops. So, he left the entire pile of his hair clippings on the carpet, saying he’d “finish and clean up later.”

I (stupidly) went in, saw the mess, and raged—then hoovered it up, only to clog the vacuum completely.

The best part? He had the audacity to try and “advise” me on how to unclog it properly.
it properly.

Probably so you can have a cup of tea when you get home! If you'd stayed a while you wouldn't be able to leave milk in your fridge? Thoughtful I think!

Or shag sheep perhaps 😏