My mission was to apply for various "roommate wanted" ads in the San Francisco area, acting like the roommate from hell. [Read Part 1 and Part 2 here.]
"Haight Street, room in friendly non-smoking, vegetarian house, students welcomed, deposit required. $610 per month."
What a better way to make a good impression on a non-smoking, vegetarian household than showing up eating a Jimmy Dean Pork Sausage and smoking a cigarette?
I ring the bell. A short, balding guy comes to the door. He looks slightly unhealthy.
I give him my award-winning smile. "I'm here to look at the room. I want to move in!"
I take a bite out of the delicious sausage. The vegetarian, non-smoking man eyes me with suspicion.
"You can't bring those in here!"
Thinking fast, I tell him I'm just holding 'em for a friend. He doesn't buy it.
"I'm sorry, but we're a vegetarian, non-smoking household."
He still has his hand on the door. I look through the gap, behind him. I figure he might be hiding something -- so much for being a friendly household!
"But I have a VCR!"
"Sorry."
The door closes. Immediately there is the sound of the lock being turned. Somehow I feel dirty.
WOULD THEY LET ME MOVE IN? No. Wouldn't even let me into the house.
Next: The Weirdo!
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