what is the oddest thing someone has done when you have visited their house?

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mine was my DB, he did warn me but tbh I was so...... [bushock]
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

I have posted this before but it is worth a re-hash.
My husband's cousin lives on a houseboat with her partner and were moored up near us so we invited them to come for dinner and stay over. They turned up at 6.30 absolutely steaming drunk and proceeded to get stuck into the wine. We had dinner and the boyfriend (who was by this incoherent) decided to go to bed. The cousin soon followed and I stayed up to clear up etc.
About half an hour later I smelt this unholy smell wafting down the stairs. I didn't think too much of it (I just thought it was a particularly smelly poo) but when I went up to the bathroom I discovered traces of shit all over the place, on the shower curtain, floor everywhere. I gave the bathroom a good sluice with bleach and went to bed
In the morning I heard they had gone downstairs and peeked in the spare room to see two big piles of runny poo - in the middle of the carpet. Poo that they had allowed to soak in overnight - It stank to high heaven.
The boyfriend then asked my husband if he had any spare trousers as the cousin had 'thrown up all over his' oh and a plastic bag for his shoes. Oddly this made me even more cross as the cousin was clearly mortified that he had shat himself all over my nice cream carpet and he was letting her take the rap!
Bizarrely I never even confronted them but spent all morning clearing up (and trying not to vomit)
Thankfully we have since had new carpets fitted.

First time I stayed at IL's house DH (BF at the time) went out somewhere. They sat me down at the table and grilled me on my intentions to have children etc. (I was 18 at the time). The only thing that was missing was a spotlight on my face. I remember FIL also telling me I should use the towel rail for my towel as "that's what it's for" - even though I couldn't actually get my towel on it as it already had a bath mat on it and comprised of one small rail. After I'd gone, a few days later MIL rang and accused me of leaving a dirty mark on the bedding with my holdall What a nice welcome!
Instead of toilet paper, they had those Izal wipes - like paper. I joked with DH about it a few years later and he went and told them. Don't think that went down well they did replace it eventually with loo roll :)

Blimey some people from the shoes on/ shoes off thread should come and read these... I think I will look at my shoe wearing guests in a new and grateful light as they are not nearly as weird as some of you mners' friends

Thought of another.

We moved away from where we went to uni about two and a half years ago. Six months after that friends of ours got married. We asked if we could stay with another set of friends to keep costs down. I had to take the whole week off work anyway to get the wedding date so I decided to stay down and spend some time with people.

Our hostess said that was great and we'd have to make sure and spend some time together, just the two of us, as we didn't get to talk much anymore.

So in my head I allocated her three of the five nights I'd be there as she was at uni so her days were unpredictable.

The first night came and went with me sitting on her sofa while she did crosswords. So I mde a point of saying I would be free the next night to spend some time with her, did she want to go out for dinner?

No says she, but we can make dinner plans when she gets home. That night is the same. I sit on the sofa like a lemon, she does crosswords.

The third night is the same.

On the fourth night I have plans with other friends. When I mention that I'll be home late she starts complaining about how we haven't spent any time together and how disppointed she is. She then tries to get me to change my pre-booked trains for going home (at a significant cost to me) so we can have lunch together as she's free from 11 the next day.

Absolutely PMSL at the hamster playdate

And all of it really - superb thread!

Heyyho RTFT!!!!

It was a guinea pig FFS

My Dads house. Every time I stayed there and we were cooking tea he always assures me that the milk and butter were bought recently (but sometimes they are not and are utterly rancid). Also he used to have a kitchen with a kitchen table that was almost wider than the kitchen. So every time we stayed we would have to get up or move to get into the cutleryr drawer behind our seats. Dad would get raging angry at us for taking up space and being in the way of the cutlery drawer, he wouldn't see it as his fault for having an ill fitting table or having fifty odd pieces of junk and clutter messing up the spacious dining room next door that he could have used. All the lights didn't work one time I stayed, I had to navigate the house using my mobile phone light, and the taps have no heads, just spanners and if you got the taps on they would be scalding hot.

I used to know someone who obsessed about her older babies not sleeping.
To get her daughter to open her mouth to eat she would hold her nose and ram food in. Horrible.

Loving this...
1 recent. A friend rang me to berate me for my terrible behaviour and lack of manners, my crime was to put a tampon wrapper ( clean) in her bathroom bin. Apparently it could have upset her husband or DD, when I asked if it did she admitted they hadn't found it ( not sure how often they route through bins) as she had checked when I'd left!
Isn't that what bathroom bins are for.

Couldn't get her to laugh about it, so feel somewhat wronged....,, so can't ever go there when menstruating again.

Is that odd ?

Obviously you should have thought ahead and had a hysterectomy?

Oh Don't...you bring back such HIDEOUS memories of dropping a sanitary pad down someone's loo (by mistake) when I was a guest, and trying to flush it and blocking EVERYTHING and having to confess and Dynorod coming and them not even letting me pay. It was about 20 years ago and I still wake in a cold sweat sometimes.

Oh no, have come to the end! More please!

A friend from work stole my pedestal mat...and then slipped it into my desk drawer a week later without telling me anything about it. He confessed years later that he'd been sick on it but because he fancied me didn't want me to know so he'd taken it home to wash.

I have just thought of another one.
My then best friend had a row with her husband and he had walked out in a strop to stay with a mate so she rang me in a state asking me to go over (this was pre-dd) which I duly did, armed with vodka, chocolate and fags.
We got very very drunk and went to bed, in her bed as it was a one bedroom flat, and we had shared a bed many times before so I was not unduly worried.

However, this time she decided to try and seduce me. Now I am no prude and I have done my share of experimenting but she was like a sister to me so I was not in the least bit interested. I literally had to fight her off and barricade myself in her living room until I had sobered up enough to drive home.
THEN, she rang me and proceeded to tell me how much she 'wanted' me. This was someone I had lived with for 4 years and thought I knew really really well. Seriously I had no inkling that she felt like that about women, let alone me, not that her being a lesbian would have been in any way a problem, it just wasn't for me.
The next thing I knew she had left her husband for a woman she had met at work.

this is not a story about being a guest, but about having one. I had recently met a new mom in the neighborhood and she seemed pleasant, though going through a tough time after splitting up with her husband. she mentioned she had no washing machine in her condo and was having to hand launder everything as she couldn't drive to the laundrette... so I casually offered she could come over at the weekend and use my machine while the kids played.

she showed up at 9am, dropped off by her mother and bearing huge laundry baskets. her and the mother then proceeded to make several journeys back to the car for sack after sack of dirty clothes, towels and bedding. I was gobsmacked. she filled my machine repeatedly throughout the day, showing no signs of leaving at tea time so I ordered chinese for us all. at 8pm I said it was the kids bedtime... she said "right kids, here are your pjs (out of the washing), you can share with flying's kids"... I was gobsmacked as she informed me she hadn't finished her washing so she would just sleep over and get it done since my husband was away. she only lived a few blocks away so no reason she had to stay!

next morning I came down to find her still washing... she had been up every hour all night to reload the machine. she got bored and reorganized all my kitchen drawers!!!

she didn't leave until evening, when my husband was back and rather grumpy to find a stranger and her kids all over the house covered in her laundry... she had managed to do 34 wash loads and still hadn't finished... she tried to get to stay another night and was most put out when dh drive her home on the promise that we would finish her remaining laundry.

I am still amazed now that anyone could think that was acceptable, but she is the sort of person who always assumes you will pay for everything, drive her anywhere (she once asked me to drive her 6 hours away to another state to grrr her kids from her ex who was being a git about returning them)... I have had to learn to say 'no' a lot...

oh, she also invited me our for lunch, her treat since I always paid and it was my birthday. so I picked her up, drove to the restaurant where we both had a main and a dessert even though I said I didnt really want one... at the end she passed the bill to me and said 'don't forget, next time it is on me for your birthday... I don't have any money till next week'... the woman is a crazy leech...

what a fruitloop, Flyingspag! How could anyone have that much dirty laundry??

Not at someone's house but sil lived with us for a few months, in that time she bought a loaf of bread and some cheese, paid no rent and expected us to run around after her! On one occasion ibwas sent home from work very ill, turned into proper flu as it happened and as I got in, literally fell onto the sofa, crying with pain (I don't do this ever, not even in labour) she says oh good I'm glad you're home, what's for tea? (it was about 8pm, I worked shifts)!

That was the final straw and put she went!

Oh and there was also the time that I first met my then boyfriend's mother - unfortunately she was laid out in her coffin in the living room at the time :(

My SIL refused to let DH use the loo at their house and ordered us to leave. Now.

At my other ILs house, we were invited for tea one night in the week before Xmas and arrived (DH, pg me, DSis and DS, 3yo) at the agreed time of about 5 to find SIL looking after their DCs (2yo and 10mo) in the living room and DBIL outside chainsawing wood, no heating on, no food nothing.

No mention was ever made of food, but we were all hospitably offered pints and pints of orange squash. At 7pm we gave up and made our excuses, as we were all starving and DS was getting flaky and tired. At this point, DH and BIL's parents and SIL's parents arrived for tea, and were similarly nonplussed at lack of other drinks and unfed grandchildren. We left as SIL's mum was making toast for the DNs, drove the half hour home, dealt with starving DS (more toast) and phoned for a curry for the adults.

It has never been mentioned since but I think in retrospect that they had forgotten about inviting us and were just being terribly polite and pleased to see us, but had nothing in to feed us with. I think. I expect they still talk about the time we just landed on their doorstep and drank all their squash.

A few Christmases ago Dh and I went to hi parents for Christmas dinner. All his siblings were there and the table looked lovely. MIL was buzzing about cooking and everyone was doing their bit to help.

The starters were on the table, we had all tucked in and complemented MIL when she stood up and left the table.

She returned a while later and announced that she'd just been sick!! Lovely. She went on to say it was the stress of cooking for all of us and then spent the rest of the afternoon sitting like a dying duck in a thunder storm.