1. Coming home to find that disgus-Tim had brought the shopping trolley back (yet again) from the supermarket.
2. Parked the damn trolley in the middle of my parking lot.
3. And took my steamboat pot out of my cupboard to boil soup for 8 friggin hours, without asking me for my permission first. Then he went through my plates, and asked if he can borrow them for dinner at his friend's place.
I am perfectly fine with lending stuff, but I would love to be asked first and I hate to have my stuff gone through without me knowing. Plus his friggin friends don't have their own plates and cutlery after being here for 6 months? Come on...
The twerp is leaving, and I sure am not sorry at all to see him go. Even Michael's complaining about him (Michael's usually quite mild).