My worst roommate ever was my second roommate of my sophomore year in college. My previous roommate had been on the waiting list for the really nice dorm and once she was gone, I got stuck with this other girl. She annoyed me, because she always had her boyfriend in our room, and he eventually started spending the night there EVERY night. It was uncomfortable for me and irritating when they would start going at it five feet away from me. Not to mention the grating Wiscaaahnsin accents (sorry, can't stand it though).
But the worst part about it all was that she (or her boyfriend, one of the two) stole the wedding ring I bought for my then-fiance'. Came home one day to find her 'taking out the trash' and the next day the bag with the ring in it had disappeared. Stupid me for not locking it up better, I suppose.
I did room with my best friend for one year and we never had any problems at all. Glad to hear that the "never live with your best friend" cliche' doesn't always ring true.![]()