Going anonymous cause the person in question might be on Quora.

When I was in my last semester of undergrad, I had possibly the worst room mate ever.

Not only was he cheap( he convinced me and the 3rd room mate to pay the apartment deposit citing he'll give it to us later as some of his money was stuck in his previous house: we never got it back) , he was a huge online poker addict eating up all our bandwidth so much so that I couldn't stream YouTube videos. He would get drunk and drive his bike really fast and would think it was cool( I sat behind him once by mistake and vowed never to sit pillion behind this guy again) . Lets call him A.

By the end of the semester we all kept to each other and had minimum interactions. One day I was drinking at my friends birthday party when I get a call at around 11:30pm that A has been in an accident and that I should get back home asap. Just that morning A had pissed me off over something inconsequential and I really didn't want to leave the party since I knew the other room mate would take care of him.

But for some inexplicable reason I felt I wasn't doing the right thing so decided to head home early. As it turned out, big mistake.

I knew something was wrong when I went to unlock the door as I could see blood stains on the handle. On entering, I saw something I'll probably never forget.

A was standing a few feet away from me. He had atleast half a dozen cuts on each hand. I couldn't tell the exact number cause there was so much blood on him. His face was even worse with half his skin over the right eye protruding outside. He had so many cuts and was bleeding from so many places I was numb for at least 30 seconds. His jeans were completely ripped and they had turned red as well. He wasn't wearing his shirt anymore but I could see some parts of it stuck to his wounds. All in all it was the stuff of nightmares.

Me and the other room mate cleaned up his wounds for over an hour and made sure they didn't get septic. He point blank refused to go to the hospital saying that the cops might confiscate his bike and put him in jail for drunk driving( the reason he got into an accident was cause he was driving really fast and hit a crossing stray dog, which probably died on the spot. I actually still feel bad for the dog)I found that really stupid but he was drunk, hurt and adamant so we dropped it. He promised that he'd go in the morning when he was sober.

Anyway so we put him to bed and reassured him to ask us for anything. The next morning he wasn't home so we figured he had gone to the hospital on his own. Later in the day when I saw him he was bandaged up and told me that his parents were coming to pick him up. ( Not once did he thank either of us for taking care of him and he didn't even have the decency to apologize for being a dick for the past few months)

Well so his parents came, spoke to us briefly and took him back home. Before leaving I told him that we still had to pay rent which he said he'd send us once he was home.

Not only did he not pay the rent, he would lie that he'd do it the next day or that the bank was closed or some bull shit excuse. Oh and neither did his parents tell us thanks for saving their kid from bleeding out, instead they told us we shouldn't have let him drive when he was drunk. Yep. They were that disillusional.

Anyway, at the end of all this I had had enough. The bike which was wrecked in the accident was still lying in the garage and I decided that I wouldn't let this guy get away with so easily. So everyday for about 3 weeks I'd go to his bike and remove some part of it and chuck it away. I even googled what parts are the most important of that particular model and I made sure I wrecked it so bad that it was impossible to fix it without spending a bomb. I even invited a couple of my friends to mess it up and boy was it fun.

The best part? Since it was involved in an accident there was no proof of what I did to his bike and he never found out.

Was it petty of me? Most certainly.

Did I enjoy it? Oh yes.

Did he deserve it? 100%.

Passive aggressive? Yep.

Oh and did I mention I also broke the remaining tail lights that weren't already broken in the accident. With parts of his own bike.