My fiance has this friend who crashed at a friend's house for a "few days"... over 365 days to elaborate. The guy barely kept contact with my fiance for the past two years, and when he was back in the town we were living in at the time threatened to start a fight with one of our acquaintances for a remark made about his girlfriend, and then knocked up said girlfriend. Naturally girlfriend gave birth to baby, the duo broke up and the guy moved across the country at random.
My fiance gets a message on Friday out of the blue that said friend was coming to town that night and needed transport and lodging. Ah yes, scene has been set. We told him no to Friday as I had to work and his ass would have been left cold at the train station. Saturday however my fiance convinces me to house this guy with the explicit condition made clear to this guy that it is ONLY for one night.
Yesterday morning I get off of work, I'm cranky, and I decide to hit the bed. Hours later I awaken and my fiance tells me his friend left his stuff at our place, he'd be back to pick it up and then be gone. As we're talking, I've just woken up mind you, he knocks on our door. Then he asks us to stay the night. This is when yours truly gets a little cheesed off.
If you're thinking I kicked this person out of our apartment screaming and cussing, think worse. No, dear readers. I gave him "the talk". That's right. Lurking from the darkest place in my black, black heart, I retrieve--- the responsibility speech.
I ask the lad to sit. I take a seat on the floor across from him and lead in with "You're a father." And thus I launch into the polite way of saying "You're a couch surfing loser who has abandoned his kid" speech- all with pretty words mind you. I mean my fiance and I can hardly afford to stock enough food in our home for ourselves, let alone some uninvited house guest. I am not in the mood to have "one night" become "one more night" followed by 13 or more other "one more" nights.
Yes, my friends, I have become a village elder. The only way I could have been any more of a cranky old lady is if I told him to get off my yard.
Forgive the foul language in the lyrics, but I do believe the following song fits my feelings:
Offspring's Why Don't You Get a Job?
In other news, customer feedback... it would be easier to respect if the customer could spell. I realize words such as "Many" and "There" are sort of big and challenging, but I assure you, said words are not spelled "Menny" and "Thair". Yes, someone wrote, "Thair are not menny choices." Also it's not spelled "Choclet chip muffens".
No comments:
Post a Comment