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

Drinks and nibbles at friends house.

We all had to stand around the dining table, as all the seats were preoccupied by their two year old, as she had first dibs on all seats, and had not yet decided where she wanted to sit. She also wanted all the bowls of nibbles, so she got them. She kept changing from seat to seat, moving all the bowls with her, which was quite amusing to watch. In fact I wonder if this was the entertainment....

I got tired of standing, so did sit down, she did not mind. But me and her were the only ones sitting. I felt honoured.

Weirdest for me was second time I went to stay at MIL's. She asked if I wanted hairdryer after my shower. I said no I just let it air dry. She brought it in anyway (walked in while I'm in towel) and proceeds to start brushing my hair for me and drying it like a five year old. Cringe worthy. Very hard to tell her to F off too because I didn't speak the language at the time. that changed fast.

Other embarrassing incident was doing an immovable poo in their bathroom which whole village knew about by the end in the search for plungers. We won't be staying again any time soon! Asked DH to cover for me and thought he had until he told me after that he had let it slip during the unblock age process. Oh the shame!

Carried a vote Tory bag to a working class house

Nothing interesting but a few baffling culinary ones. On Saturday nights dh and I try and have a nice dinner, nothing complex but nice curry or steak and chips. When people stay with us we figure kids in bed 8 ish crack open the wine have a nice meal and catch up. Even if just the 2 of us at home on sat pm have a half decent tea. Dh works crazy hours and looks forward to this.

So you can imagine his face when we stayed with my old school friend and her husband. 6pm arrives table set, baked potatoes in oven fine kids tea. But no. We all had to eat baked potatoes and baked beans with ski yoghurt to follow, no booze all over by 6.30. Kids were all tiny as well. Thought dh was going to cry!

Kerala, sounds like you have been to Norway!

We all eat with the kids, around 5-6 pm - or rather the kids eat what the adults have. Baked potato is a FINE meal. Interesting toppings? Like tuna and cheese, and a salad on the side? Or just a plain jacket with baked beans on the side?

Baked potato is a fine meal - Tuesday evening or Saturday lunch. Not Saturday night!

Funnily enough we had a lovely Norwegian girl staying with us for 3 months she seemed perfectly happy with our nice Saturday dinners (then went off clubbing all night making dh and I feel right old gimmers)

I was on a course in Chilwell (Nottingham) where I made friends with another girl on the course. We were issued with loads of kit - far more than you could carry. At the end of the course my squadron had arranged a hire car to get me and my kit home. Where as the other girl's squadron had clearly forgotten about her and she had no means of getting home. I lived in Dulwich (South London), she lived near Guildford so although it was out of my way I offered to drive her home, in the spirit of helping out a comrade. We set off on a Friday afternoon into appalling traffic. The M25 was stationary and the A3 was a hellhole. After 7 hours at the wheel we finally arrived at her house. We both got out of the car and stretched our aching limbs. I helped her carry her kitbags into her house and then she went to shut the door in my face. I remonstrated and asked to use her loo after all the driving I'd done. As it was clear that she had no intention of offering me a cup of tea before I went back on the road I departed in high dugeon and got myself tea at a petrol station.

Regardless of our previous promises to write to each other when we were on tour - we never communicated again.

A family member asked me to leave for bf. No matter it was 6.00am and no one about and the baby was 6 weeks old plus a toddler. I was covered up too, not lounging naked on the sofa! I had to pack and load the car myself within hour (!) as I was staying and find somewhere else, seeing as I was supposed to be at theirs for a week, and normally lived abroad. No internet available so just sat in car calling random people trying to find someone with Internet access to book me a hotel/ holiday cottage.

Drove alone with baby and toddler from Paris, caught ferry, drove 2 hours to parents. Told they were tired and couldnt manage people ( me and dc ) staying. They told me this through a window. I actually thought they were being held hostage or something, then realised they were just weird. Had to beg to use loo for toddlers . Sat in car and booked rental cottage, in a more child friendly area, online and drove there instead.

Lavender, that's just shocking

Weirdest thing ever that happened to me was when me and DB (now DH) went to stay at a uni friends house. We're ttc at the time so thought we could get away with a quiet shag (maybe we were in the wrong shagging in someone else's house but I digress)

Anyway, the next morning I was straightening my hair in the living room when my friend came in and congratulated me on finding a bloke who "lasted ages before he came" and then proceeded to tell me she would be having lots of sex with her DP as a result of hearing us boak

This happened a very, very long time ago. My mum and I didn't have a phone (and this was long before mobiles), but she had a long-standing arrangement with her older brother that she and I (she was a widow) went to visit him and his wife every second Friday. We would have dinner and then go home. We would just go round to the back of their house and let ourselves in the back door, walk through the kitchen and into the living room.
One Friday we made the trip across town, it was a dark winter's night, and as usual we walking round their path to the back of the house. We opened the back door and the kitchen was in darkness for some reason. The switch was on the other side of the room. No bother, we had walked through this kitchen so many times, we could have done it blindfolded anyway.
First thing that made me think something was wrong was when I heard a crash and a 'Christ!' from my mum. I was walking behind her in this dark - and now unfamiliar room - as she bumped into a table, knocked over a chair and so on. For some reason she turned round and whispered 'just get out now'. We crashed and banged our way through the kitchen furniture again, and out the back door. I looked up at the upstairs bedroom window and saw the face of a strange young boy looking down at me (aunt and uncle were late middle aged and had no children at home). He pointed at me and then opened his mouth and was obviously yelling something. Mum and I legged it round the path and ran until we were on the main road again. Aunt and uncle had moved out and a new family had moved in, and they'd not told us! So we were clattering about in a stranger's kitchen. My mother was mildly annoyed but I found the whole thing quite scary.

Me and DP were invited to friends house for tea one evening.
The bloke answered the door with just a towel covering his knob but not wrapped around his waist, actually held in over the top.
When I introduced him to my DP, he dropped the towel to shake DP's hand revealing a huge, I mean HUGE, really weirdly purple-coloured knob with really dangly balls weirdest gential area I've ever seen

He made no apologies for this and just walked off upstairs to 'get changed' and came back down a few minutes later in jeans and a T-shirt and we had food.

No-one spoke of it all night or since. We're still kind of friends but everytime I see him I can't get the image of his bits out of my head

and DP were invited to friends house for tea one evening.
The bloke answered the door with just a towel covering his knob but not wrapped around his waist, actually held in over the top.
When I introduced him to my DP, he dropped the towel to shake DP's hand revealing a huge, I mean HUGE, really weirdly purple-coloured knob with really dangly balls weirdest gential area I've ever seen

He made no apologies for this and just walked off upstairs to 'get changed' and came back down a few minutes later in jeans and a T-shirt and we had food.

No-one spoke of it all night or since. We're still kind of friends but everytime I see him

Went to visit then boyfriend's mother for the first time to stay for a weekend. That night we were squeezed into his single bed in his boyhood bedroom, and luckily we were just talking, when his mother walked in without knocking and handed me a small hand towel, or it might have been a face flannel, anyway she said 'this is your honey towel, just in case you two get up to anything'. And then walked out. I suppose she meant it was for wiping my bits on. Anyway, next morning, really early, the door BURST open and very large man dressed in camouflage gear, carrying a shot gun, ran into room yelling 'AHA!' I nearly wet myself, but boyfriend explained it was his cousin who was 'always up to daft things'. Final image from that weekend was going into the dining room to find six cats on the table, all busily eating our dinner. She just shooed them off and kind of flapped a tea towel at the plates.

When I was younger, I was for a short time friends with a boy who would invite everyone round to his house. There would be a group of us stood on his doorstep while his mum stood at the threshold and pointed out who could come in and who couldn't. She would reject at random. Some days you would be allowed in, others turned away.

Years ago a family from our church invited me and a friend over for dinner. The wife was a lovely woman, she was Asian and was an amazing cook. the husband was Irish and very odd, (I'm Irish too so I can say that). We assumed that she had been a mail order bride.
Anyway when we arrived he came into the room to say hello naked to the waste, nice, not. She told him to get dressed, which he did and he proceeded to spend ages setting up the TV and video player so that he could show us a film. It took ages and was involved a lot of faffing but eventually the film started. It was "the song of Bernadette". That film with Audrey Hepburn about the vision of our Lady at Lourdes.
He insisted that we watch the film and when we tried to chat to his wife or each other he told us to be quiet and watch the film.
Very strange guy

I thought of another one. My dad's aunt was a sort of Catholic groupy. She used to go on pilgrimages to all the sites, Lourdes, Knock etc. And she had a group of friends that she used to go with. One was a priest and she was very fond of him and was very keen for my parents to meet him so one day they went to his house for tea.
He was an avid collector of all things to do with nun's habits, (ie the clothing nuns wear). His house was full of dolls dresses as nuns including a life size nun doll wearing a nun's burial outfit in a coffin.
My mum said it was the weirdest place she'd ever been in.

We went to DH's Aunt's house for DH's grandmother's 80th birthday party. I was in the kitchen helping put food on platters to go out to the buffet table. I mentioned there was no platter for the bread so the Aunt moved the cat out of its basket, took the tea towel off its hook and popped it in the basket, then handed the basket to me to put the bread in. I was too gobsmacked to say anything, my SIL (who had seen the whole thing) raced outside to tell my DH, her DH and our other BILs and SILs not to eat the bread! Meow!!!

I was asked to be a bridesmaid for a work colleague who I'd become very friendly with. The wedding was a couple of hours drive away in the afternoon - I was told that arriving in the morning wouldn't be good enough and I should pay for two nights hotel stay. And as it was on a Friday (being cheaper for them) I had to take the day off work. In the run up, the groom who I also worked with told me they didn't want gifts and wanted money instead - suggesting £50 would be appropriate, even to the point of tallying up how much they would get!

I had bought a beautiful bowl - very much their taste. Obviously this didn't go down well and my thank you card - very short and to the point - arrived weeks after the rest of my colleagues!

So we arrive at the hotel. The bride falls out with me as I've had a fake tan which is darker than hers and I don't attend a pre-wedding dinner which I hadn't been invited to, I am not told about any of the days plans.

The wedding took place. The guests went in to the meal - tables laid with several wine glasses but no wine appeared. Cue 50 odd people all getting up at once to the go to the bar!

Throw in a drug dealer at the evening reception and the husband of a work colleague stalking me all evening as he'd gone on his own and left his pregnant wife at home.

I didn't have much to do with the couple after that

A lady near me is OCD to the point that she has NO bins in the house & doesn't like her wheelie bing getting dirty. Db was doing some work for it fitting a door that was faulty but on asking her for the receipt, (shed bought door previous day), was told 'I haven't got it anymore-went with yesterday's rubbish.

Turns out she drives to the tip every day before it closes with that day's rubbish!

Also, once myself & some uni friends had gone to stay at my xbf house while his parents were away. I'd mentioned to a friend that they lived in a lovely little village with river in back garden & v old pub across road. She turned up around midnight having decided she'd like to visit, only she didn't know the address & forgot the name of the village. She'd got the train to the large town & then got in a taxi & told the driver what she knew of where she wanted to get to. After a whistle stop tour decided yes this was the village & knocked on some neighbours doors to see if they knew xbf. Just slightly shocked to open the door to her, esp as she had shaved her head & wasn't wearing any shoes. Then had to scrape together money to pay the taxi driver for her!

we were at a child's birthday and at one point most of the living room had cleared out for a few minutes. my DH and I were sitting with my friends FIL, BIL, his wife. Sitting quietly when the wife (sitting on her husbands lap) asks her husband for a "booby-kiss". I thought perhaps I misheard her until she repeated it "booby-kiss?". Her father in law just sat there awkwardly while we stared at our shoes.

my husband and I still snigger about it. What a weird fucking thing to say in front of others especially your FIL

Haha, Boobykiss-that's great!!

This is a great thread - hope I'm not too late to join in!

I can't think of any where I've been a guest but when I was younger (14) I was doing quite a bit of babysitting which I enjoyed and like to think I was quite good at!

I was recommended to a lady from my usual weekly lady. She wanted a night out with her husband and didn't know anyone (new to the area) so asked me as my usual lady recommended me.

I Went round in the week so that the kids would be used to me and so that I knew where everything was - she said she'd get them ready for bed etc. so just needed me to be there in case they woke up (they were 2 & 4).

The midweek visit went fine, kids were sweet and seemed very chilled.

Get there on the Saturday about 7.30 and she's no where near ready to go out. Asks me to entertain the kids which wasn't a problem as I enjoyed looking after them, I'm waiting for her to come down and put them to bed. About 8.30 she comes down all glammed up with husband, we're going now see you later, don't stay up too late with them!

A bit odd I thought as she said she would put them to bed and I thought it was getting late. Tell the kids one more game and then it's bed time (bear in mind I'm 14, no kids of my own and she didn't tell me anything about routines etc. )

8.45 she calls me as she's remembered (yes - she had forgotten but then remembered at 8.45!) that they haven't had their tea yet - would I mind doing tea?! Not a huge problem but I was very young and no bloody idea what to give them, she just said to get something out the cupboard! Think they had spaghetti on toast!

Kids probably didn't go down until 11ish. Maybe she wanted a lie in in the morning!

All very weird, didn't go back!

I had an aquaintance who seemed lonely and yet every time she invited me to hers,she'd always be going out after I'd arrived. I stopped as it was a 28 mile round trip.