Here's an easy one. We all have had, at some point in the past, one or more Roommates From Hell. I've had more than one in the years after college, and I can't say which was worse.
Was it, as I mentioned in last week's Tuesday Diversion, Trevor from Australia, who took my new puppy for a walk and lost him? Was it Robert, who, after my parents gave me three bottles of fine wine for Christmas, drank two of them when I was away at work? Was it Jim, who, when it was his turn to cook dinner, invariably served braunschweiger? Every time. Seriously.
And these incidents were just examples of their constant asshattery. Now, I'll admit, none of them ever stole money from me, probably because I never had any money. And none of them ever physically harmed me, other than assaulting me with vomit a time or two after a party. So I guess I'm lucky as far as that goes. But still...
So, who were your roommates from hell?