You’re Not Invited

I hate when someone muscles their way into your plans. I was recently making plans for my weekend with someone else when a person overheard us talking.

“Really? I’m not doing anything this weekend.”

I ignored Said Person, but it did not work. As I tried to give directions to my home, Said Person chimes in, “Oh, I know how to get there. What time are you going? I’ll just pick you up and we can ride together.”

ACK! Now, it’s not just an inconvenience because it’s turned from “hanging out” to a “party,” but Said Person seems to have no clue that I don’t want to spend ANY of my free time around her. NONE. It’s not that I don’t like her, but Said Person generally irritates the CRAP out of me because she is one of THOSE PEOPLE who know everything about everything, and loves to let the world know that. Said Person is also very, very competitive, and I don’t particularly feel comfortable with her in my home. My safe place. My “No-Said-Person” zone.

This is not the first time Said Person had been this rude. I tried to mentor her in the beginning, but since she already knew everything, she took great offense to that. In fact, the only reason said person is coming this weekend is probably to make sure that someone else doesn’t know more than her. She has to be involved with everything. The level of desparation is staggering.
Perhaps I should show her The Lost Boys. Rule #1; Never walk into a house unless you’re invited. Seriously.

No, really. I have a big dog.

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3 Responses to “You’re Not Invited”

  1.   Thunderfish Says:
    June 28th, 2006 at 9:27 am

    I think all kinds of devious things when I hear these stories. Made up deaths never work, then you can change the plans last minute or change them multiple times over the course of the day to confuse or frustrate them. Then again, I always like, “No, I don’t want you to go.”

    ~Jef

  2.   Jason Says:
    June 28th, 2006 at 4:31 pm

    If that doesn’t work, try answering your door looking like something off the Springer show. Cough without covering your mouth, maybe let out a fart or two in her general direction. I doubt she will want to come back to your house ever again. She will probably make up an excuse to leave herself!

  3.   EdieG Says:
    June 30th, 2006 at 9:37 am

    It’d be nice if you could look her right in the eye and tell her that the weekends are your time to get away from work and the people there in order to refresh your mind so you can be back Monday, blah, blah, blah, you get the idea….. Life’s too short to be accommodating when you really don’t want to. It’s YOUR life too, ya know…. :-)