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

[ToddlerSwim]

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?

@Flozle

You're meant to set a vienetta out for half an hour before eating it.

My sisters mil is a lovely woman but definitely has a few quirks. The ils would usually visit for a weekend as they lived 200km from her.

In the first few years of my sisters marriage her mil would arrive and almost immediately started cleaning all around her. This drove my sis insane as she would take it as a complete insult as she would have done a big clean before they arrived. My sister eventually realised that there was no badness involved so instead of doing a deep clean before they arrived she would just do a normal one and let her mil at it once she arrived. Everyone was happy 😃. We reckon she had OCD or similar.

LOL ok thats a whole different context then :)

Nicer for your vag than pads? You do know that menstrual cups can cause serious bruising to your cervix and vaginal walls right? Some people can manage to insert them and remove them without issue. For other people it's nearly impossible to do without causing injury.

My MIL & Father in Laws first visit to my home when I was courting with DH long before marriage consisted of a landlord inspection. Yes FIL & MIL are landlords and estate agents but they weren't mine. Didn't stop them walking round my house and inspecting the boiler in my bedroom cupboard and the kitchen, bathroom a d electric fuse box. MIL proceeded to walk round and rub her fingers along tops of door frames. I was mortified. Thankfully the relationship with them didn't last long I soon found out about their abusive nature towards DH and he has since walked away. His choice and has no contact.

I have had a few funny things happened ith other guests one couple I barely knew decided to randomly start calling at 11.30pm on the dot as the local workmen club kicked them out. My bungalow at the time was right on the cut to go through to their estate. They'd knock whether I had lights on or not. I made the mistake of letting them in a few times. Before I realised silly things like my toilet roll, deodorant and teabags were going missing. Things I'd not see a neighbour without but they'd just take I could literally see the toilet rolls stuffed up their jumpers as they were leaving. They had recently taken to stealing whole bottles of shampoo and conditioner anything in the bathroom basically. Stopped quite rapidly when I tipped half a bottle of head and shoulders out and replaced it with immac hair removal cream. The female involved was seen for some time afterwards sporting a lovely headscarf.

It was a difficult time in my life and my fridge and cupboards were empty aside from my last plate of food I pre-made. My mother-in-law decided to help herself to the last plate of food in my fridge, half-eaten it, then put it back knowing I had nothing else.

I thought it was the common etiquette to offer your vulnerable daughter in law support to get some food in the fridge rather than eating her last meal.

What makes it that much more shocking is when I use to go to her house I never, ever so much as peeped in her fridge as I just felt too uncomfortable and out of place doing so.

And if I ever did open her fridge and to my horror found an empty fridge with one meal in there I would never dare touch it. I would be more inclined to offer help, but hey, maybe that's just me.

I think that paradox speaks volumes.

Predator vs. Prey

I also had a neighbour in my twenties when I rented a cheap 2 bed terraced. My first proper home alone. The house next door at first seemed like university students coming and going but after a few months I realised they were two lads who rented a private home. They spent all day in bed and all night smoking cannabis. I had lived there a while just saying high as I passed. I remember one standing watching me clean a drain out in my yard that overlooked theirs. He just stood watching. The next time I met him was about a week later. I'd left my back door open due to the weather and he just walked in and declared "Please tell me you have teabags" and helped himself. I didn't stop him teabags hardly seemed worth it but I was a bit dumbfounded. He then stood and told me how if the cannabis was running short they sometimes added tea leaves to it. But he loved a proper cuppa anyway. I can remember the only thing I could manage to say was "Cns you please not light up in here, I'm asthmatic" to which he apologised and went outside. A few weeks later I was sitting watching TV around teatime and in this guy walked again walked through my back kitchen into the dining room and stood in the doorway between it and living room. Waited till I passed the TV and told me under no uncertain terms that they needed the drain unblocked and knew I could do it. I did and over the years became friendly they were always strange but I quite enjoyed the fact that as I didn't sleep well they didn't either and I was never worried about being too noisy or upsetting the neighbours. We advanced to random 1pm walks 3 mile to the nearest 24 hour Tesco for teabags and to ordering takeaways together a d having them smell when I was cooking and invited themselves. Yet strangely enough I only learned his name the day I saw his landlord going into the property and was told he'd basically left suddenly owing rent and when the landlord had gone in to get access they had water leaks randomly throughout the property that hadn't been reported holes in walls, glass kicked out of doors etc. all hidden by aass over blankets hung on the wall. When I thought back I remembered going in once and recalled how dark they'd had it with dim coloured lights and I'd assumed the wall carpets were a design feature and he was a hippy. His poor landlord had a hell of a job to clear up. Turns out they'd left a box in an upstairs room. In it was my tin opener two of my dishes a load of takeaway menus, few of my cups and randomly a bowl belonging to my guinea pig who'd been in a cage. I could never understand where either had gone before that, finally a small pot plant (you guessed in a little cannabis plant). They'd also left a note saying "For the lass next door, thanks for the teabags, food, fixing the drain and for not being a shitty neighbour. I know you like gardening and don't do drugs. But thought you might like this. Maybe put it in a wall planter in the yard it will look lovely. Dean" first time I'd hear this name still so t know his mates he was a lot quieter. Very strange neighbour indeed. Despite how random they were I never felt threatened at all by him or his mate and in fact worried when I could t hear the book boom of this music through the wall.

my mums retirement hobby is taxidermy and skelly reconstruction. she put my last rattie back together after a while in the compost heap to deal with his flesh (I love his little skelly, but I don't think I could feel comfortable about his skin, as even really well done taxidermy doesn't capture the personality of the animal.

but yeah, she takes the skin (almost invariably roadkill) and then composts the flesh until they are just bones, and ends up with the skelly and the taxi, both from the same critter. she often poses them the same and displays them together, mirroring each other.

that can make the bones brittle and porous.

His name wasn't Martin by any chance was it!? That is such a bizarre thing to do 🤣

exactly. would they prefer they flush them?

I consider toilet brushes unhygienic, but I don't flush things that should not be flushed.

in what generation was that accepted? it's terrible for the drainage system, and back in the early 90s , I remember you were always meant to bin them and not flush them.

Many years ago I'd spoken to a friend i usually saw once or twice a year about getting together in the new year.

On New year's day i got a phonecall saying he was on his way by train - at about 9pm (so couldn't say no, he couldn't get back home as last train of the day etc). I was pissed off but picked him up.

That night he woke me up at about 3am by coming into my room, standing in the dark and whispering my name at increasing volumes until I woke up. I've never been more terrified. Turns out he'd got an upset stomach, shat the bed and needed clean sheets. I got these for him, he then asked me to change the shitty sheets as he didn't feel well. So i had to strip the bed and put a load of washing on at 4am.

The next morning he brought his duvet down to the sofa and stayed there watching the tv. He did this every day. I was back at work the next day but he was still too ill to travel apparently (he seemed absolutely fine to me). I went back to work but every day he would call me repeatedly asking me to bring specific things home for him- I remember at one point 2 pints of grapefruit juice. And I had to bring it over in my lunch break - he couldn't wait til the end of the day. Everything was urgent for his recovery. This happened every day.

He used to wander around the house brushing his teeth, it made me worry for the carpet.

I had a dinner party booked during his stay that he just joined in at. We were having pheasant- he was horrified it had been hung, and said it tasted like corruption - obviously rotten meat. We were all sharing portioned birds - it was delicious.

He didn't leave until nearly 2 weeks had gone past. I have no idea why he came or refused to leave. In all his time there he didn't lift a finger to cook or clear up. I had to be extremely direct to the point of rudeness to get him to leave.

He "helpfully" washed some v soft towels with his own washing - all mixed colours including black t shirts- at 90C. Towels were stained a dirty grey and their texture ruined, they felt like ryvita after.

We are no longer friends

I love mine.
I'm 44, and I can't even imagine how much money I've saved. I started using cups in my early 20s.
they changed me over to POP from combined pill recently and I had about a month and a half bleed as a result, and I. unfortunately, needed pads as a backup, and I'd forgotten how much I hated wearing pads. I felt so sweaty and itchy. since switching to cups, tampons and pads really don't seem hygienic to me anymore.

Once had an uncle stay for several weeks and he refused to shower. He would have a flannel wash in the sink and leave the offending sweaty cloth draped over the radiator to stink. He also left a huge grey oily sweat mark on the wall paper above the bed where he’d sit up and read every night. Grim.

I've only got a small appetite, and if I'm having a meal out and don't know if they have the means to provide packaging for leftovers, I DO take food containers with me. I've paid for it, I want to eat it.
one of my favourite places, my favourite dish feeds me two days in a row. it's two meals worth, I'm not wasting it.
I also tend to take food containers, because a lot of places, the containers they provide aren't up to much.

My cervix is VERY delicate. at my smears I pretty much repaint the surgery with a huge spray. I have something called an enlarged ectropian, which basically means that the tissue outside my cervix is the same as what is inside of the uterus, and it's more delicate and sensitive, and bleeds at the drop of a hat.

I've been using cups almost my entire menstruating life, and I'm 44.
recently they changed my contraception, and I had a really heavy, clotty bleed for about a month and a half. I needed pads as back up, and I HATED it. I felt so uncomfortable and itchy/sweaty

When i was a teenager in the 60s, disposing of sanpro was not a problem. Thing is, my DSis and I were forced to use torn up old towels, which we then had to soak in buckets, concealing the buckets under the concrete laundry tubs in the "wash house" as the laundry was then called, then scrub with Sunlight soap and hang out somewhere discreet to dry. If MEN saw them, the scarlet letter of the sin of being female, their eyes would have been burned out. These lumpy and scratchy old towels went to school and back in brown paper bags. If a guest, a brown paper bag of huge proportions had to be smuggled past the hosts. It was truly horrible. I remember once climbing a 8,200 ft mountain being chaffed raw. Mother used disposable herself, of course, and would not hear of us using tampons, because the Catholic priest had railed against young girls thus losing their virginity.

Just wow.

That’s nice you have room for all those bins, we have room for one small bin in our kitchen, we don’t even have a fridge in it, we have to up that in an outside area. My children are taught to put their recycling straight in the outside bins, but hey, we are obviously making life to hard for ourselves because we don’t have a house full of bins.

Don't be ridiculous. You have room for a small bin tucked in beneath/beside the toilet. It's physically impossible that you don't.

Had a guest stay who didn't like the fact my then pre teen son had pinned his prize winning picture for school on the door... so she pulled it off, screwed it up and put it in the trash. Same woman also came down after my husband had gone to work and the kids to school, and started saying "so what shall I teach you first... how to wash up or how to do your washing?" (she didn't cook, didn't do dishes - her husband did, and only washed the washing but not hung it out)...and my washing was out, and I did the dishes myself just a few minutes before she launched into her trying to improve me routine!!. I was gobsmacked. Weird woman. I wouldnt have dreamed of doing such in another person's home.

Clearly this is the work of the other poster's food-stealing SIL

In the 70s, when stick-on towels were a new thing*, the packet actually instructed the user to dispose of a towel by tearing it down the middle and flushing it down the toilet! I can't remember when the instructions were finally changed.

*Thank you Jackie magazine for advertising them!

Flipping heck!

Yes, clearly wasteful. Much better to throw away a fridge and freezers worth of food- saved a fortune surely?! Not to mention the money you could have spent if your pipes had burst!