My younger brother and his wife used to come over to my place all the time. They never once knocked, they would just walk in. His wife would walk straight to the kitchen and either make herself something to drink or something to eat. My brother would plop down on the couch and change the channel from whatever I was watching.
The funniest one is the time they were just about to leave and my sister in law turns to my brother and says “Oh, you wanted to grab that pillow.” So my brother turns around and walks back to my bedroom, grabs a pillow off my bed and they walk out the front door with it. Literally just stole a pillow straight off my bed and didn’t even ask.
I thought it was so funny that I was laughing too hard to even stop them.
The bad thing was that they apparently “lost” the pillow case, that was one of a set of 4. My bed right now has 3 red pillowcases and a mismatched grey one.
The best thing was that my brother finally agreed to buy me a replacement pillow (but not a replacement case). So we went to Ikea to get a replacement pillow but he got upset at how much the replacement pillow cost. I told him “Hey! next time, steal cheaper shit.”
While living in Bangalore my friend visited me along with his wife from mumbai.
I had a 2 BHK appartment in a gated society in Whitefield, my friend wanted to stay at my house as he came for a corporate training program.
They arrived late night about 2 am from airport and they slept in my house, they were planning to return within 2 days and i didn’t mind their stay to be a problem for me.
Things changed on the 2 nd day while coming from office at night ,I found my door to be opened by a stranger lady and while my sitting room was occupied by 5 other ladies, which turned out to be my friends wife’s old colleague’s. Out of two rooms my room was occupied by some children’s and the other room was locked by inside by my friend.
My house which was neat and clean suddenly changed into a bachelor house, every trash in each corner. I tried to talk to both of them stating this is not right and they noded on my opinion and apologized for the same. Their friends soon went and I along with my friends wife started to rearrange things and clean the mess.
In the midnight 1 AM he knocked my door and started apologizing for the mess again, soon his wife came with packed bags and told we are leaving right away and they have booked early morning flight for Mumbai.
I tried to stop them but they were really ashamed of the event and went by booking cab.
His wife sent me a small gift and a some choclates through fnp as token of their apology and then they vansihed till now no updates on them.
This incident happened six months to one year after my wedding.
We were in Kolkata(called Calcutta then).
A guest, one of my husband’s friends took a break journey in Kolkata while travelling to some other place.
He arrived early in the morning.
“I have many soiled clothes. I want to wash them. By evening they will get dry. I have many more days to travel” he said.
“Sure you can wash. There is washing soap and also washing powder in the bathroom. You can use whatever you want” I said.
He took out nearly two buckets full of clothes from his suitcase.
It took almost one hour for him to wash those clothes.
He dried them in the sun on terrace.
He left in the evening after keeping all the clothes neatly folded in his suitcase.
That evening when I went into the bathroom to have my bath, I was greeted with pleasant fragrance of jasmine from each and every corner of the bath room.
(for information of the readers, it was not a bathroom cum toilet. Both were separate in our house)
I opened the soap box to use my priced possession of jasmine soap.
The soap pack was a gift from one of our relatives who visited us from Karnataka.
The pack contained three soaps with three different fragrances.
We would use those soaps occasionally, because they were very costly(for us) and were not available in Kolkata.
I opened the soap box containing jasmine soap.
It should look like the one shown below:
But it was like this. Our guest had used the precious jasmine soap to wash all his clothes!
Seeing my sad face my husband said “Don’t worry our bath room will be full of fragrance for at least one week”
There’s explicably weird and inexplicably weird.
I once knew a guy who had a strong distaste for leaving a room or a building the same way he entered. Obviously, if there’s only one door it’s not an issue. But if there are two doors, he would move heaven and Earth to make sure he doesn’t leave through the same door he entered.
I knew this about him. I don’t know why he has that quirk. (As he once said, he wants his paths to be homotopically nontrivial. If you don’t know what that means, it’s not important. But that’s not an explanation.)
In any case, once I knew that quirk, it was explicably weird that he left through the back door.
An inexplicably weird thing…
I had recently moved to Boston to start law school. A friend of mine from my native Las Vegas came to visit and stay with me a few days. I cautioned him that he’d be on his own during my classes, but otherwise it would be nice to hang out and catch up. And being the hospitable type, I welcomed him to stay in my apartment and make himself at home while I’m in class.
By way of background, I’m an amateur magician. That’s why there are always a few decks of cards in just about every room of my apartment, in every drawer, coming out of the exhaust vents, etc. There are lots and lots of cards around.
But I had one deck of cards that was special. It was tucked away in the very back of my desk drawer, buried under all the crap that accumulates in the back of desk drawers. This deck was an “uncut” deck of cards from The Dunes, a casino in Las Vegas that had since been demolished. This deck of cards was unopened, with the casino seal in place. To be sure, I don’t know if it had any value as a collector’s item, but it had sentimental value to me.
My guest was also an amateur magician, albeit less enthusiastic. Being from Las Vegas, he know what The Dunes was, and would have (or should have) recognized that these cards were special.
So you know what happens now. One day, I came home and I see that the cards from The Dunes were opened and mixed up. I wasn’t necessarily enraged, but I was a little flummoxed and more disappointed than anything else. There were a million decks of cards in the open if he wanted to mess around, but somehow he managed to find this deck of cards.
Worse yet, when I confronted him about it, he adamantly said that the deck was already opened. The lie was even more inexplicable than the transgression.
Suffice it to say, our relationship cooled a little after that visit.
