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One evening, I returned to my dorm room after classes, unlocked the deadbolt, only to find the door chained. My roommate answered the door, whispering "Just a second". Once in the room, I found my roommate sitting at his desk with a large pile of weed, meticulously dividing and weighing bags and 3 or 4 people sitting on my bed (the bottom bunk) waiting for their pot. Evidently, my roommate dealt marijuana (and not just to his friends). This happened frequently over the course of my first year of college. My roommate also regularly wore a skirt. Not a kilt, a long flowing skirt (which was a little different).
My second college roommate never cleaned anything. He didn't use tissues. He would sneeze or pick his teeth and wipe his hand on the furniture. He would fry a burger (the high fat patties that come frozen in a box) in a wok and leave the wok dirty on the stove. The next morning, he would fry eggs in the fat leftover from the burger the night before. We had piles and piles of dishes because he never did any. When I would come into the apartment at night and turn on the light, I could see the roaches scatter.
One evening, I decided to make some canned tomato soup. I left the light on in the living room and cooked in low light in the kitchen. After eating one bowl of soup, I went back to the pot only to find 3 dead roaches in the bottom of pot. Evidently, I had been eating tomato-roach soup. I was not happy.
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