My roommate and I have gotten along really well all year long. Why? Because I am a very chill person. When she would ask me for the 72 cents I owed her, Ide give her a dollar; not trying to be generous, just trying to be a sane human being. When she hinted that she needed a ride to work, Ide be the better person and offer her one (since she doesn’t have a car). Keep in mind I drive a Toyota 4runner, which doesn’t go easy on gasoline. Occasionally I would ask for small things in return, such as a bag of mm’s from the cafeteria that costs half a meal swipe, which her parents pay for, but never anything more. I can remember several times when she would ‘forget her wallet’ when we went out to eat and I would tell her “No worries, I got it.” She didn’t have a job, but neither did I. We were both struggling college students and I wanted to be nice. Recently, she asked to buy my old ipod touch for 50$. I was sad to sell it for so little since I had kept it in mint condition, but she was my roommate and roommates always do nice things for each other. I wiped all my personal data off of it and gave it to her. She said she would pay me as soon as she had the money. After two months she had gotten 3 jobs and worked constantly, yet she still didn’t have any bills so I figured she saved her money like a sensible person. Yet she still didn’t pay me for my ipod she had been using for 2 months. When I finally confronted her about it, she said she would pay me as soon as possible, and the next time I came in the room it was on my desk with a note saying “I decided I don’t want this anymore, you can have it.” This bugged me, but I let it slide. Yet the icing on the cake that made me write this post happened this past week. We both dance together in a company that meets once a week at a location 30 minutes away from our dorm. I usually drive her since I usually am at the dorm and its no hassle at all, but this week I was at my parents house which is directly next to the dance studio. I texted her hours in advance and asked if she could find a ride elsewhere because it would be a lot of driving to come get her. She replied saying she really needed a ride and she would give me money for gas. Sounding reasonable, I made the drive back, leaving my family dinner early, and picked her up. Amazingly when we got there she realized she didn’t have her wallet and asked if she could just buy me lunch sometime during the week. I said that was fine and we would work it out. The next day I told her that food wasn’t an issue to me, but considering it costs 70$ to fill up my gas tank I would appreciate if she could give me around 10 for gas. She blew up and stormed out of the room and I haven’t seen her since. When I got back today there was a note on my desk, in which she tried to calculate the exact money it would be for the trip to the studio and subtracted things such as “cost of the mm’s” and made a remark about how generous she is being by giving me any money at all. She calculated the final amount to be $4.44, which she left in crumpled up dollar bills, nickels, and pennies. Now I have the joys of confronting her face to face about this and getting to deal with this nutcase.
Stingiest psycho bitch on the face of the earth.