In college my freshman year roommate was decent- quirky but decent- and at the end of the year he asked if I wanted to move off-campus with him and another guy we knew. I told him that I was trying to get an internship for the fall semester, so probably not. “Oh, that’s no problem. You’re just a freshman so you won’t be able to get one, but if you do, I’ll be able to find someone to fill in.” So, given that reassurance, I agreed. When I got an offer for an internship I let him know right away. “No problem!” he said. Well as it turns out, he couldn’t find anyone to fill in, so he and the other guy had to pay extra. To save face, he told the other guy that I just no-showed and refused to pay my part of the rent. The other guy was very mad, and the two of them apparently told that story to EVERYONE THEY KNEW, which included quite a lot of my friends. When I showed up in the spring, he acted like nothing had happened. “We’ve got a room for you if you need it!” After the first day or two I started wondering why all of my old friends were treating me a bit coldly. Finally, MONTHS later, the other roommate got a little drunk and confronted me about it. Took a while to get around and explain what happened to everyone, and not quite everyone believed me. Ugh.