Inconsiderate Friends
Whenever I have a group of friends over, they always seem to leave things behind when it’s time to go, like mobile phones, clothes, shoes, etc. Last Thursday, three people left things at my house. By Monday, no one had come, and we’re on break from school this week.
I realize it was a holiday weekend, but it was annoying to have a little pile of other people’s stuff in my room. I had my mom take me around to drop these things off. As hostess, is it my responsibility to return these things to them or are they obligated to come to my house to pick them up?
Frustrated
Dear Frustrated,
I understand why you would be annoyed at this, but keep in mind that at least your friends aren't leaving pre-chewed food and chocolate surprises under your doona like my grandma used to do when she'd visit me as a child. And at least they probably don't have one too many sherries after dinner and start telling you about how your grandpa used to gently nibble on her earlobe as he ran his hands over her body, slowly going lower and lower, now do they? Look on the bright side and try to have a little fun with it, for example, switch around all the names and numbers in the mobile phones, so when Susie answers her phone with a seductive "Hey Tad, big boy", only to find out that it's her not-so-big-boy Steve on the other end, she'll learn to be a bit more careful with her belongings. Staple rats into the shoes. Smell people's pants. Put razorblades in their tampons. It's way more fun than you could ever have with your friends actually around.
I realize it was a holiday weekend, but it was annoying to have a little pile of other people’s stuff in my room. I had my mom take me around to drop these things off. As hostess, is it my responsibility to return these things to them or are they obligated to come to my house to pick them up?
Frustrated
Dear Frustrated,
I understand why you would be annoyed at this, but keep in mind that at least your friends aren't leaving pre-chewed food and chocolate surprises under your doona like my grandma used to do when she'd visit me as a child. And at least they probably don't have one too many sherries after dinner and start telling you about how your grandpa used to gently nibble on her earlobe as he ran his hands over her body, slowly going lower and lower, now do they? Look on the bright side and try to have a little fun with it, for example, switch around all the names and numbers in the mobile phones, so when Susie answers her phone with a seductive "Hey Tad, big boy", only to find out that it's her not-so-big-boy Steve on the other end, she'll learn to be a bit more careful with her belongings. Staple rats into the shoes. Smell people's pants. Put razorblades in their tampons. It's way more fun than you could ever have with your friends actually around.