Whenever I have a guest over, I go the extra mile to make them feel welcome. Or, well, a bit annoyed because I can take hospitality to a whole other level of irritating with how often I ask them if they’d like a snack or a drink or anything else. There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do for my guest. The harsh truth is, however, not all guests deserve this privilege.
People have been opening up online about the very worst, most horrifying, and downright disrespectful things that guests have done in their homes and Bored Panda has collected their tales to serve as a warning for you. Some of these guests are so jaw-droppingly weird and darn rude that you might even be grateful for social distancing. Upvote the ones that made you go ‘wtf’ as you scroll down.
The scariest part? Some of us have been in similar situations. I know I have. But let’s focus on you, dear Pandas. If you’re up for sharing, let us know all about the rudest guests you’ve ever had over.
One of my ex’s d**che buddies brought over this horrible girl he just started dating. I have a good amount of cats, and they are all insanely friendly. My old man kitty, Buddy, jumped up on the armrest of the couch she was sitting on to check out the newcomer and get some pets. Without missing a beat she shoved him hard to the floor and made a loud “UCK!” sound.
I stood right up, pointed to the door, and sternly said, “He lives here. You don’t. Leave.” Probably not as bad as most here, but it infuriated me. She was never allowed back.
He let my new very old, very deaf foster dog out of the gate on purpose and the dog took off up the street. He just stood there smirking while I grabbed my shoes and keys and after i shouted at him for being a moron, he told me that it was for the best and maybe I should focus my time on other things. I eventually caught up to the terrified and exhausted dog and brought her back home. Told guest to pack his bags and gtfo.
Throw my dog in the pool when I wasn't around because he thought it would be funny. He got a punch in the face and shove towards the door, nobody messes with my baby
Any good homeowner will want their guests to feel right at home. It’s the reason why we rush to do the dishes, vacuum the floor, and tidy everything up before someone comes over: we want to make a good impression and for others to relax.
However, no matter how tidy your home, how wide your smile, and how delicious the homecooked dinner you spent hours slaving over the stove on, this won’t magically turn nightmare guests into cordial companions. It’s not about you—it’s about them... and their issues, ill manners, and inability to find the line between being quirky and being disrespectful.
He let my indoor cat out while I was at work. When I was upset, searching, putting up fliers and going door to door he (legitimately) tried to comfort me by saying my cat likely got eaten by coyotes already... so why look? Cat never came back... still hurts.
Someone at a party dumped a cup of vodka in my fish tank because "your fish look bored! hahaha!" ... I kicked everyone out and had to change out all the water before they died.
I used to host extravagant yearly parties at my house as a thank you to everyone who worked for me. Significant others were fine, but I stressed that young kids were not welcome, because it was an adult party and the house/garden just weren’t child-friendly.
One of the guests who's a mother decided to bring her 4 children anyway, all under the age of 12, and leave them completely unattended. I walked into my master bedroom halfway through to find they had filled a dirt hole in the garden with water from a hose, made goopy mud pies, stomped around in them, come back inside and crawled into my bed under the covers, and ground their shoes intentionally into my pillow and all the bedding.
They also took all the clothes out of my closet, put them on, threw them on the floor and stepped on those, and ruined two rugs on the way.
The mom's response: "Haha! Well, that's just how kids are, you know. You'll understand once you decide to finally grow up and have some."
What makes a good guest? You might as well ask what makes a good person. They’ll be kind and thoughtful. Someone who’s a good conversationalist without hogging the limelight. An individual who appreciates you for inviting them into your home (they have that in common with vampires). Somebody who genuinely wants to do the dishes after dinner (even though we’ll politely say that it’s fine and that we’ll do it instead).
What makes a bad guest? Boundaries—or rather the lack of them. Bad guests are those who are completely unaware of social boundaries, so they trample all over politeness and tap dance over your feelings. However, others aren’t so naive: they know where the boundaries are, they just don’t care.
We(family and I) were going on a trip and we told a family friend he could crash at our house while we gone but he would have to take care of things and pay for his own food and such. Halfway throughour trip we get a call from the police. Apparently he threw a huge party which trashed the house, then proceeded to take one of our cars and drive it through the front of the house, totalling the car and collapsing most of the front wall.
This was last week. We had to cut our trip short and come home to deal with this. We are currently in the process of pressing charges.
Lost my friend of 30 years over this: He brings a woman over for a small get-together. She encourages my pregnant wife to drink, asks our friend if she's bisexual (she's not). She comes into the kitchen, grabs knives and pretends to stab everyone while doing knife katas.
Later she chases the not bisexual friend all over the house in... a very predatory [manner] - I physically stop her by grabbing her wrists and say, "What the hell is going on with you?" She replies, "Go ahead, break my wrists."
The not bisexual friend (who was so upset she took a self-defense course) made up an excuse to stay in the bathroom for an hour. We had a fire outside where the weird guest remarked, "There are three things you can watch forever, a river flowing, fire burning, and someone being hurt."
My friend of 30 years saw no problem with any of this behavior, married her, and I've not heard from him in a year nor do I wish to. I saw him in the supermarket with his now pregnant wife - and slipped out. I assume at some point she will murder him.
Dyed her hair red in our bathroom sink - staining the brand new granite countertop, then dripped onto the new tile floor, then dripped onto the hardwood floor in the hallway, and ultimately slept in our guest bed with wet, freshly dyed red hair, staining the sheets and pillowcase.
In fact, knowing that you’re doing something wrong is somehow even worse than being ignorant of how to behave in civilized company in the first place. The latter can be taught, but the former… well, it’s no longer a question of education but one of changing oneself. And that’s much harder to do than acknowledging that you didn’t know something.
My father-in-law is unfortunately an a**hole who happened to stay at my home once. My significant other and I cooked dinner (it was something with a tomato sauce) and after a dinner full of father-in-law making racist, sexist, bigoted a**hole statements, we went to clean up.
The kitchen sink and dishwasher are maybe 10 feet from where he is sitting. I was taking my plate to the sink while making eye contact with and talking to my SO (i.e. not looking at father-in-law). He apparently held out his plate full of tomato sauce for me to take to the sink right there and I didn't notice.
After I didn't take it, his response was to flip the plate upside down onto the white carpet. He didn't apologize or say "oops" or try to clean it up. His response was to cross his arms over his fat body and frown. He has not been invited back since, although whenever we're frustrated we now say, "f**k it, plate flip."
Friends of a relative stayed the night at our place with their kids while we were out of town. We asked if the children wet the bed so we could put plastic sheets down. They were confident the kids wouldn't wet the bed so we let it be. We come home to find 2 of the beds (new matresses) soaked in pee - not even stripped or changed. The kids had wet the bed in the night, moved to another bed and wet again. 3 weeks later we found used diapers under one of the beds. Never said thank you, never said sorry.
My ex had a party with a bunch of her co-workers and the next morning all of my koi were floating at the top of the pond. No idea what they did, but they're d***s.
Some people simply relish causing chaos, bringing disorder, and stirring up mayhem wherever they go. So if you find yourself with an unwanted guest who is raising your blood-pressure way above what’s healthy, there are several strategies that you can rely on.
Brother made copies of my house keys, came into my house when I was visiting our dad in the nursing home, dug through our unborn daughter's crib to find my safe, broke into the safe, stole ALL of my dad's oxycontin, then proceeded to blame my 8 month pregnant wife, saying that she took 70 80MG oxycontins without me noticing....
Had a party when I was about 15, more jelly and ice cream than shots and going wild as we were fairly sheltered. Somebody brought along their friend, who looked a similar age to us (quite short) but he was actually 23 at the time. He brought along a bottle of vodka and proceeded to drink 3/4 of it within a couple of hours, we're talking 7pm here. Nobody else at the party was drinking at all, just chilling and playing MTG. He proceeded to ignore the two different bathrooms and went into the kitchen, where my parents were trying to avoid cramping my style, and vomited into the kitchen sink all over the plates, and then left without saying anything or helping to clean up.
The following day, he went on facebook and made a number of very cruel personal comments about me, and then when I rang him in tears to tell him to take it down and that he should apologise for the mess he'd made of the kitchen (which I'd had to clean up) he recorded the conversation, uploaded it to youtube and then made great efforts to distribute it on reddit and across facebook. No idea why his embarrassment at being a drunken a** evolved into being a bully, but it's been 10 years and I still avoid him if I bump into him in the street. Psycho creep.
I had a friend who had some kind of f***ed up urethra. It made him have multiple streams when he peed. But he f***ing REFUSED to sit down and pee, because 'that's for women'. He apparently also refused to clean up after himself.
Everytime he left my house, without fail, I'd have to use a mop to clean up his pee. I called him out on it, and he laughed like I should be laughing with him. We weren't friends long.
The first method is arguably the easiest: you grit your teeth, wait out the horrible night, and then proceed to never ever ever ever invite them over again. You could say it’s the most zen tactic that proves you’re patient and know not to get yourself worked up over what are ultimately tiny problems. On the flip side, it’s very passive, avoids conflict, and ensures that the rude guest may never learn that they’re behaving in a horrible way.
Had a friend come over for a weekend thing to celebrate my 6th month of sobriety.
He brought his girlfriend, who brought her cocker spaniel. Who proceeded to s**t on my couch, and not a solid s**t either. I'm talking that thick, cake batter diarrhea they get from cheap off-brand dog food and she just looked at me, pinching her nose and said snottily, “Aren't you going to like clean that up.”
My friend looked at her [like] she just had a xenomorph chest burster live up to its name right there in the room, got up, grabbed some paper towels, and cleaned it while apologizing to me repeatedly.
He dumped her the next day because the same thing happened at his parents' house. She was a b***h.
My father-in-law refuses to close the shower curtain and floods our bathroom every day, every visit. We even bought and installed a curved shower rod to give him more room (although the tub is not small nor is he overly large). Lost my cool aboot it and now my mother-in-law camps by the door to clean up the mess immediately after he showers so she can pretend he closes it now. WTF.
Peed in my husband's brand new gaming/computer chair because he was too enthralled in the game he was playing to get up. He didn't tell us either.... Figured it out after he left.
Secondly, you can go for the ‘subtle’ approach. Dropping hints that it’s time for your guests to leave. ‘The Week’ writes that turning up the lights and shutting off the music is a sneaky suggestion that the show’s over and that it’s time to pack up and leave (perhaps to never return? We’ll see). Meanwhile, TKC suggests that you start literally tidying up.
My sister and one of her friends were over. Her friend had brought her kid. He was about 7. We left him watching TV in the living room while we had coffee in the other room. Later that evening, I sat on the couch and smelled something absolutely disgusting. I looked behind the couch (it was one of those curved ones that goes into a corner and leaves a nook behind it) and saw a huge pile of diarrhea. It had already fused with the carpet. I had to cut the entire corner of carpet away while wearing a dust mask sprayed with cologne.
Roommate's boyfriend comes over drunk. Roommate was not there but he said he wanted to wait for her, and we were too non-confrontational to make him leave. After a while, he goes into the bathroom and we can hear lots of splashing around, but again, too timid to ask wtf is going on in there. He comes out, sits down, and we notice his arms are completely covered in black marker. Then he says "you might want to clean up the bathroom. there is water all over in there." and leaves.
He had taken a f***ing black sharpie, colored his arms, then tried cleaning it off and when it wouldn't come off he got the marker wet and splashed black sharpie water all over the entire bathroom. There were puddles of purple sharpie water all over the floor. It stained the linoleum and, despite our roommate's attempts to clean it up, we ended up losing security deposit money over it.
He was no longer allowed over without her there.
I had a really spoiled princess-type friend who always expected me to cater to her when she would come visit (I didn't really want her to visit, but she'd just announce she was coming and I dealt with it).
One morning she texted me to wake me up, saying "Can you please get up and make me breakfast?"
I wish I could say that was the last straw, but it wasn't until she pitched a fit that I didn't make her a bridesmaid and boycotted my wedding that I finally called it quits.
Third of all (and something that I have particular trouble with but that I know works like a charm) it’s all right being direct. Some guests are either thickheaded or are trying to take advantage of your hospitality (who doesn’t like an open bar, good company, and a comfy couch?). There’s no other way around it than to tell them that it’s time to leave.
We were going out of town for the weekend and a friend asked if he could stay at our house, since he lived with his parents in the country and it saved tremendously on the commute to his job, plus that way he could actually go to a party and drink with the option of taking a cab ride home that didn't cost close to a hundred bucks. I jokingly said, "Just as long as you don't nail a one night stand in my bed." and he waved it off since he didn't have much luck with the ladies, plus he planned on sleeping on the couch anyway.
From what I could tell when I came home afterward, there was a fermenting/rotting glass of our best liquor stash in my bedroom. He was thoughtful enough to not want to leave a water ring on our St. Vinnie's dresser, so he used a white silk shirt from my drawer as a coaster for their red whatever drink he had concocted.
Then, judging by the state of my bedsheets, which he had not bothered to change, he and his lady friend slaughtered a chicken together in bed. When I brought up these facts, he basically acted like I was a b***h for not being happy that he got laid.
My roommate had a friend who was akin to Lennie in Of Mice and Men, just not a smart guy, super slow, no idea how he made it through his teen years at this point. This guy is over all the time and constantly doing stupid s**t mostly while doing drugs or just not thinking ahead of time. Well, I had a cat that was sort of pushed on me by someone else because they couldn't look after it, so somehow after saying I would just look after it for 2 weeks, I end up just keeping the cat because the girl who said it was temporary was a liar. This cat is growing up nicely but it is strictly an indoor cat. We are next to a major roadway, it wasn't a great part of town, and I just didn't want the cat going out anyways. Anyways, this dumb f**k that is my roommates friend ends up getting high on mushrooms and starts trying to tell me how it was horrible to cut the cat's balls off. I am like WTF are you talking about, we had to get the cat fixed, he then proceeds to let the cat out later that night saying he was free from the evil tyranny of my grasp or something. Guess f***ing what, the cat got run over. F**k you Charlie.
The front door to my house has a key code instead of a standard key lock. A few years ago i was away from home and my buddy texted me asking for the code because he had forgotten a sweater or something at my house a few days prior. It wasn't a big deal, I’ve known him since middle school, and he's one of my best friends.
I told him just to go in because my other roommate was gone for the night. I get a call around midnight from my friend, he was f**ked up, and told me that he had some people over at my house and it got a little out of hand, and it had turned into a full blown party. I was so f**king mad, but i couldn't get home till the next day.
My place was pretty wrecked, and i found a bunch of weird s**t in my bathroom. Cut up soda cans, baking soda etc. I called my friend to see what the f**k happened, and I guess some dude was cooking crack in my bathroom.
But won’t they get offended if you tell them that the party’s over and that it’s time they hit the road? Well, that depends on how you phrase it. If you snap, start foaming at the mouth, and shout them out of your home, of course, that’s not the best way to solve the situation. But if you politely but firmly tell them that the evening is over and thank them for coming over (without making promises about the future), they’re likely to leave.
They seemed to break or ruin everything:
•they broke our toilet
•they put a hole in the wall
•they allowed their toddler to eat spaghetti on our white sofa, it spilled everywhere and they just turned the cushion over.
•our bathroom lock broke clean off
•there was a giant gouge out of our new kitchen counter.
Obviously, we weren't there - we loaned our house to them while we were out of town. Also, I was not allowed to bring any of this up because it was my partners really good friend and he didn't want to compromise their relationship.
I was having a house party years ago. A pair of girls went into the bathroom together. Not uncommon. Well, one of them decided to take a leak in my sink and accidentally dropped a loaf. They come out laughing and telling everyone someone must have [dump] in my sink. I was literally the last person in that bathroom before them. I even watched them walk in. And I don't remember [pooping] in my own sink. After confronting them, they got [offended] and left. Didn't even bother cleaning the turd out of my sink.
My wife's cousin plopped her big, crusty feet on our coffee table and sprayed them down with an anti-fungal spray.
And then when we're having our (very small) wedding reception at our house she sat there and asked very loudly if ours was a shotgun wedding because she thought she noticed a bump on my wife(who was just a little curvy while the cousin is morbidly obese).
And then a few years later she was sitting on our couch farting up a storm when she suddenly had to get up and rush to the bathroom. I just happened to look up and to my horror saw a black streak running down her ass. We had to get new couch cushions.
Being honest doesn’t mean being tactless. However, sometimes it’s time to put tact to the side when your rude guest keeps telling you “just say when and I’ll go home,” knowing perfectly well that most people are too timid to tell them, “It’s time.” You can be upfront and say that you’re tired and need to get some sleep. Or you can be diplomatic and invent an early work meeting for the next day to serve as your excuse.
Stole my little sisters Nintendo DS. He was a great friend up until then. Would eat dinner with our family every other day too. Real painful backstab for middle school me.
Took a s**t in one of my coffee mugs then ran down the street with it.
I wish I was joking.
I opened the bathroom door not knowing my best friend was in their taking a huge whiff of my wife's large thong
At the end of the day, your home is your home. It’s your castle. Your rules here are the Law (yup, capital ‘L’). But you have to have the conviction and the courage to defend your family home from visitors who wish to make a mockery of it. No delicious desserts and nightcaps for them!
There are plenty of good times to be had; but clear boundaries help keep chaotic guests in line and, most importantly, let you enjoy the company of friends instead of running around putting out fires and solving dramas.
My brothers girlfriend took a two hour shower with the shower curtain outside of the tub and flooded our upstairs bathroom. The water eventually started pouring out from the light fixtures in our kitchen.
He said he had to go to the bathroom and after 20 minutes I decided to go see if he was okay. Found him on my mother's computer watching adult vids...
I'm throwing a party, and a friend of a friend clogs the upstairs toilet. He plunges it, a little too violently, and the back of the tank hits the wall. The bottom of the tank drops off, causing all the water to come out on to the floor. He doesn't know how to shut off the water, so it continues to fill up the bathroom.
Eventually it floods into my closet, and into an air vent. From here it makes its way to two spots, my basement floor, and a nice big pool on top of my kitchen ceiling. This is when he finally tells me we have a problem, and the water gets shut off. Shortly thereafter, the kitchen ceiling collapsed. He didn't even offer to help clean up.
Had someone watch the house and dogs while we were on vacation for the week. We come home after a long 14 hour drive to find all of our beds we're soaked in dog pee, the hot tub broken (refused to turn on) and many, MANY complaints from our neighbors of people running and screaming through the woods and loud music coming from the house.
Moved to this country, and promised she'd be one week, two at most. Knew that my mum can't say no to her. She then stayed for 9 months becoming increasingly more aggressive and agitated as she slowly stopped taking her antipsychotics, until she got to the point where she painted the walls with [poop] and blamed me for "moving her hands [telekinetically] to make her do it". She then set fire to piles and piles of hair (hairdresser) in the middle of the living room floor, and ran screaming from the house.
She was arrested later that day for screaming abuse at people on the side of the road, and last I heard she'd been committed, got quite a bit better, and lives in Cairns with her dogs.
When noone was looking he went through the liquor cabinet, found an unopened bottle of caramel vodka, and downed the whole lot. He then placed the bottle back in the cupboard as though nothing had happened before proceeding to the bathroom where he vomited on everything except in the toilet. Didnt clean any of it up, but before leaving did use my SO's toothbrush.
Had to have them removed by the police as they wouldn't leave and made us scared to be in our own home!
....LPT make sure someone isn't a stalker before "helping" them.
I once had a guest shave his entire beard at a party. It was the first time me or my roommate met him. He had a beard, and then went and used my roommates razor to shave it off.
I once had a party at my mums flat while she was gone (with her permission). One of my less close friends begged me to let her invite her boyfriend and I agreed. Well, the boyfriend puked on my mums balcony and never told anyone. It was also January so we discovered the puke two months later when it started to melt. I asked around and was told it was him by two people who saw him puke. I have no idea why they didn't let me know then.
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