What is the weirdest thing a guest has ever done at your house?

I just thought of another situation I had happen. A friend of mine wears disposable diapers. I have no problem with that. Lord knows I have to be careful when sneezing or laughing, anyway she came for our Christmas gathering a few years back.
After dinner she asked me for a plastic bag. I was pretty sure why it was needed and didn't ask her any questions. I double bagged it and handed it to her.
She headed for the bathroom.
That evening I found the bag in my waste paper basket. At first I didn't know what it was. I looked inside and found a fully loaded diaper that was leaking. I guess to be thrifty she took the second bag and stuffed it in my closet.
All my bottles of shampoo, soap etc. were spilled over.
My only thought was that my other guests may have thought I lined my basket with a plastic bag and it slipped in. They may have opened it to get rid of a tissue or something.
If it had been me I would have come prepared with a small tote and bags and taken the mess home with me or at least to the main garbage can outside.
 

Jeni said:
I have seen people take out containers and filled up BEFORE the rest of the gathering even had a chance to go down a buffet and eat ....
saying things like " my spouse could not make it" or "looks so good i did not want to miss out"

I cannot believe the gall some people have.
This has also happened at work gatherings. the place i work now pre-pandemic had fruit delivered 3 times a week to be a healthy afternoon snack for office ..... I watched a few people bring a bag and load up as if they were shopping at a market .......... this was not a low paid industry and others took whole boxes of tea bags home as well ......... there simply is no excuse for this sort of rude.
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I will have to remember this one. Maybe at one of my wife's church functions, I could ask a couple of the guys to help me haul out an entire table loaded with food to load into my car. I could say that the residents of my condo association would appreciate this fine food. :ROFLMAO: :rolleyes:

Tony
 
OneEyedDiva said:
He was drunk and peed in the corner of the room. Needless to say, he was never invited back!
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I have heard of this in jokes, but never in real life. Finally, proof positive that somebody actually did this. :)

Tony
 

PamfromTx said:
I would say that they changed the linens on the bed they were going to sleep on. I found that so very odd. Both an aunt and my husband's sister carried their own bed linens with them.
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I do that. I think maybe it's a (minor) phobia. But I also make sure the beds at my house have clean fresh linens on them for guests, so there's that....cuz it's nice. :p
 
The only place I would stay overnight (other than a decent hotel), would be my sisters place .. and, she is immaculate. I love her guest bed. It's so comfortable, and she has beautiful bedding and Queen size pillows :)
 
Ruth n Jersey said:
I just thought of another situation I had happen. A friend of mine wears disposable diapers. I have no problem with that. Lord knows I have to be careful when sneezing or laughing, anyway she came for our Christmas gathering a few years back.
After dinner she asked me for a plastic bag. I was pretty sure why it was needed and didn't ask her any questions. I double bagged it and handed it to her.
She headed for the bathroom.
That evening I found the bag in my waste paper basket. At first I didn't know what it was. I looked inside and found a fully loaded diaper that was leaking. I guess to be thrifty she took the second bag and stuffed it in my closet.
All my bottles of shampoo, soap etc. were spilled over.
My only thought was that my other guests may have thought I lined my basket with a plastic bag and it slipped in. They may have opened it to get rid of a tissue or something.
If it had been me I would have come prepared with a small tote and bags and taken the mess home with me or at least to the main garbage can outside.
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My heart goes out to those who have to rely on incontinence wear, but like yourself, Ruth, I, too, would have a plan in place to deal with such.
 
Related to guests and company in general, dear husband and I have always been welcoming when it comes to entertaining family or friends for a day or two, but I do find the older I get, the more set in my ways I become, and I do find it increasingly challenging to relax and be myself when I know our home isn't our own.
 
MarciKS said:
i lived at this one place for a year before any neighbors even said hello. one man across the street came over to visit. he was drunk. he stepped to the side of the house and peed on my flowers.
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Talking about 'peeing' I simply have to write about this. While living in Germany, my dear husband (a military dude) invited a group of drunken soldiers back to the house.
One of them asked me for permission to use the bathroom. After a bit, I went and checked the bathroom and he had peed in my toilet brush holder! I approached him and told him he had to clean it up and he said OK, then went back to the bathroom and took one of my guest towels and mopped out the inside of the holder! I was so disgusted!
 
Ruby Rose said:
Talking about 'peeing' I simply have to write about this. While living in Germany, my dear husband (a military dude) invited a group of drunken soldiers back to the house.
One of them asked me for permission to use the bathroom. After a bit, I went and checked the bathroom and he had peed in my toilet brush holder! I approached him and told him he had to clean it up and he said OK, then went back to the bathroom and took one of my guest towels and mopped out the inside of the holder! I was so disgusted!
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I can assure you, having both been in the military and a full time professional road musician, that you can expect similar behavior from members of both groups. However, that said, such folks are the exception rather than the rule.

I was in the band a couple of years during the late 70s, and had a really nice 1964 2 door hard top Chevelle SS 4 speed 283. I had just washed it and it was gleaming in the sun, when our band leader had his dog run over and pee on it. He had that dog trained to pee when and where, on command. Our agent had to change his trousers a time or two and I seem to remember an AF of M union rep involved on at least one occasion.

Anyway, as illustrated in that little story, not all folks from either group do that, some have their dogs trained to do it instead. o_O

Tony
 
Aunt Marg said:
Related to guests and company in general, dear husband and I have always been welcoming when it comes to entertaining family or friends for a day or two, but I do find the older I get, the more set in my ways I become, and I do find it increasingly challenging to relax and be myself when I know our home isn't our own.
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I can relate.

"Please, feel at home." (at you're home!)
 
Aunt Marg said:
Related to guests and company in general, dear husband and I have always been welcoming when it comes to entertaining family or friends for a day or two, but I do find the older I get, the more set in my ways I become, and I do find it increasingly challenging to relax and be myself when I know our home isn't our own.
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Who’s home is it then Marg ?
 
charry said:
Oh , I see......🥴😊 I totally agree with you Marge 👍
I’m the same x
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It's funny how we change the older we get.

When I was younger, I was good with entertaining company and don't recall ever feeling edgy, but now that I'm older, not so.

A reflection on becoming more and more set in our ways I guess.
 
This is way back in the 1980s. I met a strange girl, and we dated a couple of times. We broke up after one night when she cooked these two beautiful steaks, (MMMMMM), and she then fed them to her two dogs, and asked me what I wanted on my hot dog. It was her younger brother, who was even stranger. I have no idea why he latched on to me, even after I broke up with his sister. But he thought we were great friends. He was an idiot. He had been kicked out of school, and didn't have a job. To be honest, nobody would have hired this idiot. He showed up at my house with a gun that he just bought. I was terrified. I don't think he would intentionally kill somebody, but he so stupid, he was going to. I wanted him out of my place so bad. I just lied my head off, and he left. Later, in a packed bar, he attempted to light his cigarette by shooting the end off. While nothing happened in my apartment, I just knew he was idiot enough to do what he did. I can't tell you how scared I was when he showed me the gun. When I read this thread, all I could think of was this guy sitting in my place with a gun.
 
Another long ago bit of guest in the bathroom humor. A friend of my then-husband’s was spending an evening with us while his wife was out of town for some reason. He really liked to drink especially when his wife wasn’t around to see, and had quite a bit that evening. My H had already planned to drive the guy home.
I had just recently put one of those new at the time automatic toilet bowl cleaners in the tank. So the guy wanted to use the bathroom before leaving.
A few minutes later he came out wide eyed and white as a sheet exclaiming “My P is blue!!!” We let him worry about that for a few minutes before we explained why!
 
Aunt Marg said:
It's funny how we change the older we get.

When I was younger, I was good with entertaining company and don't recall ever feeling edgy, but now that I'm older, not so.

A reflection on becoming more and more set in our ways I guess.
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I simply have to write and share! I believe that the feeling one feels is your house is on parade so to speak. Well I had strict rules... While my husband was in the military, we entertained a lot but the potential guests were guided to our home by their 'nose' when we lived in Nfld. Reason for this is that I made home brew...best beer in the land. An amusing thing happened one day as the local priest approached my husband to say how lucky he was to have a wife who baked bread. He could smell the yeast and at that time, I also used to boil the hops on the stove. The jig was up one day when the priest knocked at my door and asked if he could borrow a tool and I guided him to the tool room in-house. Well, lo and behold, he discovered my hobby...huge plastic garbage containers just innocently bubbling away. He even noticed my calendar on the wall as I kept track of all. He never spoke to us again. Then we were moved to Alta to a big PMQ with a big basement! Wow, I said! Of course I resumed my hobby and many cases later. I never lost a batch as I was very vigilant. I could tell by the smell when it was ready to be sugared, bottled and capped. There was one evening I will never forget, my husband was away and could not help me but the beer was ready! I spent pretty well all night bottling and capping and sliding one bottle at a time towards the far wall. I went fast as speed was of the essence. Anyways, it took our new neighbour ten days to get up enough nerve to ask me what I was doing that night. Ha ha...we became good friends. Of course, I had to start baking bread as well for reputation sake...just in case. There is something about the smell of yeast!
 
Ruby Rose said:
I simply have to write and share! I believe that the feeling one feels is your house is on parade so to speak. Well I had strict rules... While my husband was in the military, we entertained a lot but the potential guests were guided to our home by their 'nose' when we lived in Nfld. Reason for this is that I made home brew...best beer in the land. An amusing thing happened one day as the local priest approached my husband to say how lucky he was to have a wife who baked bread. He could smell the yeast and at that time, I also used to boil the hops on the stove. The jig was up one day when the priest knocked at my door and asked if he could borrow a tool and I guided him to the tool room in-house. Well, lo and behold, he discovered my hobby...huge plastic garbage containers just innocently bubbling away. He even noticed my calendar on the wall as I kept track of all. He never spoke to us again. Then we were moved to Alta to a big PMQ with a big basement! Wow, I said! Of course I resumed my hobby and many cases later. I never lost a batch as I was very vigilant. I could tell by the smell when it was ready to be sugared, bottled and capped. There was one evening I will never forget, my husband was away and could not help me but the beer was ready! I spent pretty well all night bottling and capping and sliding one bottle at a time towards the far wall. I went fast as speed was of the essence. Anyways, it took our new neighbour ten days to get up enough nerve to ask me what I was doing that night. Ha ha...we became good friends. Of course, I had to start baking bread as well for reputation sake...just in case. There is something about the smell of yeast!
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Lovely story!

My husband would be all over that! LOL!

He'd be knocking your door down looking to help you. :giggle:
 

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