gustavratzenhofer wrote:That's three words.
Probably not so in Dutch.
Here's one that made me terminate a housemate: Blowing your nose in the shower. First of all, it resonates in there -- the first time I heard it, I thought, "How'd a bull elephant get in here?" And he kept going and going, like he'd saved it all up for a month. I started imagining mucous splattered walls, ceiling and shower curtain. And still he blew on. I started to wretch, so I went outside until I was sure that his shower was over.
Then came the delicate negotiations.
Me: I'm sure you've noticed that I have boxes of Kleenex everywhere.
He: ?
Me: Remember just before you moved in and we were talking about house rules, and one of mine was that I couldn't stand snifflers?
He: Yes.
Me: I'd like to extend that to shower-time nose-blowing.
He: Wow, you have great hearing! I wouldn't think anyone could hear that over the sound of the water. Don't worry, I was careful not to get it on anything. After all, I've been doing it all my life.
<oh god, it's an ingrained habit>
Me: Well, next time could you blow into Kleenex and throw it in the trash before getting into the shower? As a favour?
He: Um
<thinking>
Me: And perhaps now would be a good time to clean the bathroom, thoroughly.
He: No need. I told you I was careful. Anyway, I'm late and gotta go. See you.
It was a small house with only one bathroom. I needed to get ready for a night out myself, and contemplated a lifetime of using health club facilities . Unfortunately, I didn't have a membership right at that moment.