That is some straight up bullshit.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
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I never learned entertaining protocol, dinner parties and such were not part of my youth. Dining in company rather than just family was more than likely a church social, where the kids were segretated in someplace easy to clean until you were a teenager, when the girls became kitchen and wait staff and the boys did heavy lifting. Well, kitchen staff insofar as you were told "Stand there and stir that, then chop these." The ladies of the church did the cooking.
Okay, but if you go out to dinner with friends and run late, you don't just eat their food and then not pay for it, right?
Right, that's standard. Stealing food off people's plates without permission is generally grounds for the back of a teaspoon across the knuckles.
Maybe on the next evite you should add "no freegans."
These are not friends.
Okay, but if you go out to dinner with friends and run late, you don't just eat their food and then not pay for it, right?
If you were raised right. Sadly, so many are not.
My biggest problem with stuff like this used to be suffering in silence, waiting for someone to realize their bad behavior and fix it. Never happened.
Also, as a non-drinker...and a self-employed person in a sea of highly paid professionals...I finally had to put my foot down with my usual supper group around having to subsidize the six margarita pitchers I never touched.
Somehow group behavior seems to just amplify individual's bad behavior.
These are not friends.
Sing it.
You are not crazy, Aims. That is abhorrent behavior. No invitations, no Xmas cards, no nothing.
Laura, that is a great story. Well done young you.
Shocking and rude, Aims.
Aims,
I'm with Tep. Especially after the passive aggressive bullshit you've had to endure anyway.
If I'm running late, I might not show up at all, or show up for dessert. I damn well would pay for it if it is someone's birthday! Damn.