People of reddit, what are some bad housemate stories you have? Make me feel better about my infuriating housemate.

His name was Bobby. He was our "random" (7 friends went in together, house held 8).

Bobby never liked any of us. To be fair, we didn't have a lot in common. Bobby was gay, Bobby was Hispanic, Bobby grew up very poor. There was nothing wrong with Bobby at first. Quiet, respectful, etc...

Then Bobby started playing shitty Hispanic rap music out of his shitty Dell 2.1 speakers from 1995 at all hours of the night.

Then Bobby had a bunch of friends over that drank my housemate's alcohol, raided the fridge, trashed the place, stole things from the common room, and came/went through the window instead of the door.

Then Bobby started using my cookware and not washing it.

This all came to a head one night when I needed to use my frying pan, which was sitting on the stove, like it had been for days, with 2 inches of cooking oil in it. So I dumped the oil, washed the pan, dried it, cooked my food, washed it, dried it again, and put it away.

A few hours later, Bobby comes storming upstairs asking who dumped his oiew (the product of that "gay accent" and his Bronx accent).

I explained what happened, and asked that he not leave dirty dishes around anymore. Bobby told me if I ever waste his oiew again he'll cut me, calls me a racist, and leaves.

A few days later I find more oil in the pan, dump it out, cook my food, wash and dry the pan, and lock it in my room. I inform my roommates, including Bobby, that if anyone wants to use the pan they can ask first, that way I know who's using it and when, and I reserve the right not to let people use it. Everyone supports this decision.

A few days later, Bobby knocks on my door and tells me he needs the pan. I politely tell him no, and he calls me a racist and leaves (sense a pattern here?)

A few days later we're all sitting around in the kitchen, Bobby's drying a plate, and someone mentions that there's another pan on the stove with oil in it.

What follows is the dumbest argument I've ever had, to date. Bobby claims its his right to leave someone else's pan, filled with used cooking oil, on one of four burners, in a house of 8 people. Most people disagree with him. He states that it's his house and he has the right to do what he wants. Someone points out that if everyone were allowed to do what they wanted without consequence, the place would be a mess, and that we all have to do our part. This continues for much too long. After hitting a brick wall in his brain, where he knows he's wrong, but doesn't want to admit it, Bobby says "let me do my part," drops the plate he was drying on the floor, shattering it, and walks away.

The plate, of course, didn't belong to him either.

We call the RD (Resident Director, in charge of handling shit that the RA, which is generally another college student, doesn't want to/can't/isn't qualified for).

The RD came, song and danced a little, didn't do anything (because I think they're paid to suck), and left.

2 days later, my roommate and I, the two most vocal opponents of Bobby's actions, got called into the RD's office. He had told her that we were both racist towards him. This is particularly comical because my roommate at the time had a very German last name, and was mostly white, but had a Puerto Rican mother, siblings, family, and grew up in a Puerto Rican neighborhood, in the Bronx.

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