Ugh, my worst roommate story was when I first moved to Australia (before I met DH). I had a place lined up to live but couldn’t move in for four weeks, I was sick of staying on a friend’s couch so I found a short term lease through gumtree.
I met “Jane”, she seemed nice enough, so I moved in for the month. My first night there, she went out, I went to bed. I was woken up at 2:00 a.m. by some drunk guy who burst into my bedroom, screaming, asking where Jane was. Holy crap, who are you freaky man? Get out of my room! Scary. She wasn’t home yet so he eventually left.
The next day, Jane said that was her ex-boyfriend and he stole her keys a couple of weeks ago and must have made a copy of them. Great, could we possibly get the locks changed?
A few days later, I come home from job searching and he’s sitting on the couch in our apt smoking a joint. Jane wasn’t home, no idea why he was there. More importantly, I work in a profession that requires fairly in-depth police checks and having someone in my apt doing drugs is NOT ok.
Random scary guy stopped coming around, I eventually made some comment to Jane who said “He is back in prison but I KNOW he didn’t do what they accuse him of doing. He was on parole and he would never do something like that!” WTF. Awesome, just awesome.
We lived on the third floor of our apt building and in the flat directly below us were what we call bogans (total trash balls) who sold drugs out of their apt according to Jane. They also played loud music with the bass turned up all throughout the night, which annoyed the crap out of Jane.
On one particular occasion, the music was too much for Jane so she went down and banged on their door telling them to turn it down, it turned into a full on brawl with me cowering in my apt hoping like hell it didn’t spread up to our apt. Jane ended up running back into our apt but the people from downstairs followed but fortunately didn’t get into our apt. They ripped our screen door off and threw it against our window (fortunately it did not break and the dead bolt on the main door held). They sat out there for about 30 minutes yelling threats at Jane before finally going back downstairs. I wanted to call the police, Jane refused for whatever reason (I think she had her own dodginess she was trying to hide).
I cannot tell you how happy I was when I was finally able to move into my new apt. I still look back now on the St. Kilda experience and can’t believe that was my introduction to Australia! CRAZY.