About four years ago, my husband and I left a major city to move to a small-town in another province. We bought a very small acreage in October, and the previous owners had some things left in the shed which were to be moved at a later date in the spring. This was previously agreed upon and was perfectly fine with us.
Anyway, spring came and the previous owners came to get their things. When they were done packing it all in their truck, the man looked at me and said “Ok, we should go inside now for a cup of coffee.”
I just stared at him with a dumbfounded look on my face. I was not prepared to offer coffee or to invite anyone into my home.
I was young at the time and not used to dealing with situations like this, but there was no way I was having them in my home. I didn’t know them, nor did I wish to become acquainted with them. All I could do was stammer “I’m sorry, but that’s not possible right now.”
You would think that would be enough, but no. This (older*) man pushed onward. I even lied and told him we were out of coffee, and what did he do? Suggested tea instead. Finally, after getting angry because he wouldn’t let it go, I finally snapped and said “I’m not inviting you into my house for coffee!” Rude? Perhaps. But I was embarassed at having been put on the spot, annoyed that a near-stranger would be so presumptious, and just plain didn’t want to have company in!
Ugh. I hate it when people do this. Don’t invite yourself in. Don’t stick around if you’ve not been invited in. And don’t put people on the spot. It’s rude.
*I mention this because where I come from, we’re taught to always respect our elders and to pretty much take anything they dish out, no matter how rude, or even abusive, it might be. As you can imagine, I’ve rejected this part of my culture. 1005-10
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