The best part of it is that after they left, we looked at each other, and my husband who usually overlooks any slight said, “I don’t care if I never see them again!”
I didn’t have to say a word.
These folks were here because they were on their way to their grandson’s graduation from law school and had stopped to see a (now grown up) woman in our little town who had lived with them as an exchange student many years ago. She is now married to one of the prominent farmers in this area. They just dropped us an email and invited themselves over unexpectedly.
We’ve lived here nearly 30 years, but our guests felt compelled to tell us everything about our town and our county on the basis of a 2 day tour by this lady and her various relatives. It just seemed impertinent for a couple of Californians (who haven’t managed their state and their environment very well) to preach at us about how we should manage ours!
It was one thing after the other. At the end, we just burst out laughing after they driven away.
My husband wants to strike them from the Christmas card list, but I’m thinking that they are deserving of one of our “spoof” Christmas letters. We could wax on about forming an alliance with the Koch Bros., suing the EPA, starting a slurry coal pipeline, slaughtering a cow, etc.
The best part of the evening was at our house before we went out to dinner (which we paid for — no arguing about splitting the check). She was asking about my grass and how much I had to water (never). She didn’t believe that I mowed all of it. At that point, 8 deer came scampering across the back yard and came very close to the house. They stopped to nibble the dandelions that the mower had missed on our first mowing. The deer left and 4 huge wild turkeys came strolling by.
These wild animals never perform on cue, or in such abundance. Our guests were really knocked back about that.
They sound like the guests from hell-I’ve never been pleased with the behavior of guests who just drop by after years of not seeing them, whether they call or not. My 1st husband always said they were just using us as a rest stop and-hopefully-a free meal-and if they were really, really lucky a free room for the night. For some reason, they had all become liberal ass****s, too...
We almost always managed to get rid of them before they dug in for the evening-and MrT5 was very skilled at discouraging people like that to stay for more than one drink or glass of tea-it was one of the times I was glad I’d married a rude yankee from Seattle...