Barry
Classmates count as colleagues, right?
Anyhow, most of my entourage at college is a bit weird to begin with, being an art school and all that, but there are some that stand out.

Let's call him Barry, for he'll probably find this post if I use his real first name.

Despite his tremendous ego, soap-dodging, casual racism and raging homophobia, the vice that makes Barry truly unique is his avarice.
This bloke makes Scrooge McDuck look like Father Christmas.

His mobile card is never ever charged; he puts a minute amount of money on it every three months to make sure his subscription stays valid,
and replies to his text messages via a "send free sms" website.

After discovering the school cafetaria only charges for the teabags, and not the hot water, he started bringing bags of cheap instant soup to mix with his free cups of hot water, under the pretense that he was "sick of the school's soup anyway"...

But the clincher came when our little gang went to a holiday resort for a week.
As it were, at the end of our stay, we were left with some leftovers.
You know, a pack of coffee with half a cup's worth, some stale bread, a jar of chocolate spread with a little layer at the bottom left...
One of my other mates told Barry: "Hey, d'you mind throwing these out?"
Shocked, Barry replied "But this is perfectly good food! You gonna throw all that out?"
-"Don't be ridiculous, just put it in the bins, what use is three spoons worth of milk?"
"Fine", Barry replied, and walked out.
My mate was then treated to the sight of Barry walking rather theatrically towards the bins, and, when he mistakenly thought nobody was watching him, swiftly sneaked to his car like some sort of hirsute, overweight ninja and, eyes darting left and right, threw the whole lot in the trunk.

_{massive girth etc.}
(Caustic Armadillo consists at least 30% out of custard, Sun 27 Jan 2008, 19:59, Reply)