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Supper that wasn't

Sunday, November 05, 2006

An eclectic friend of mine called at 10:30 this morning to tell me that her deep freeze went kaput and that she had to get rid of food quickly. She asked if the family wanted to come over and perhaps we'd have a fire and roast weiners and eat some late-fall-roasted marshmallows. We chatted about some seat covers that I needed to upholster and she said I could borrow her staple gun. Chit-chat basically. I asked if there was anything I could bring and what time we should come. She said to just bring our smiles and to come any time between now (huh?...) and 6pm.

I told her that we would come by 4, since the babe would need his nap and my son and I were going to the movies to see Flushed Away. Mr. C and the babe arrived at her house shortly after we did. We chatted and looked at photographs, she brought out an old copy of a Life magazine that had her photo in it. Soon, she mentioned that her cousin and his wife would be arriving any minute and that they were going to help her to move furniture in the upstairs of her house. Within minutes, they arrived and were shuffled upstairs...well, we could use your muscle, Mr. C, she proclaimed. And they proceeded to move every bit of furniture, like the proverbial musical chairs (minus the music). Four beds and the contents of four bedrooms. Meanwhile, the babe, my son and I waited downstairs. And then, as soon as they were finished, the cousin and his wife were off in a flash and she came down (6 pm by this time), and said so, what are you guys doing for supper now? Going out?...

Strange, amusing, eclectic,....you might think rude. But this is her way; she is not your average person, and somehow we missed a translation in the phone call this morning. She also completely forgot about my upholstering, said not a word about the deep freeze or thawed food and had never spoken word to me earlier about moving furniture. Mr. C was annoyed, and my son was confused.

Thanks for coming over, she said to my son. Well, I guess I won't have to thank you for supper. My son replied.

And because we had eaten at a relatively expensive restaurant last night and could not manage a long wait for food because the babe was now starving, we ended up at McDonald's for Sunday night dinner.

  1. Blogger vani said:

    i've ended up at mcdonalds many a times for dinner when it wasn't in the plans...sux when it happens, but the kids always love it. :)

  1. Blogger Cathy said:

    Some nights are McDonld's kind of nights, but this was not one of them....even the kids didn't really enjoy it. But it meant that I had the chance to stop in to Chapters (like your Borders) and get a book and a new scented candle (as seen in photo...)

  1. Blogger Connie and Rob said:

    I am at a loss...So basically she got her furniture moved at her convenience and you all starved. I would have felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. The nerve!
    Hope the kids got a good toy in their Happy Meals.lol


  1. Blogger Cathy said:

    Confused summed up my state of mind. And she left me feeling badly for thinking we were to be fed. How did that happen? Inexplicable.

    But we did get Flushed Away toy characters at McDonalds'!

  1. Blogger blackcrag said:

    Some people don't know how to ask for what they want, I guess.

    Personally, I don't like manipulative people, but once in a while you have to stop and admire the sheer audacity of it.

  1. Blogger PEA said:

    Wow what a strange turn of events!! I don't think anything like that has ever happened to me but if it did, I don't know how I'd react!! Thank God for McDonald's! lol

  1. Blogger Pat Paulk said:

    You are kind describing her as "eclectic". Your son had the perfect goodbye!!

  1. Blogger fb said:

    I must be going cross-eyed I read it as an 'electric' friend at first!?

    Your boy is very smart! ;)

  1. Blogger CiscoKid said:

    Very rude indeed!..

    What a weasel....

  1. Blogger Cathy said:

    I think this was a case of not knowing how/what to ask for. She really is not a manipulative person. (not normally, anyway..)

    Never happened to me either. Why was I the one who was embarrased byt the whole thing, though?...

    I was annoyed at him at first, but I am glad he said it.

    I kept spell-checking it; it didn't look right to me either...I actually don't really like that word, but it is the best one to describe her. Otherwise, Mr. C said that he thinks she is going crazy.

    Welcome! I really don't think she had any idea what she was doing....

  1. Blogger Berlinbound said:

    Thing is, after an evening like that, you just wish McD's seved a good strong Martini ... or even a lousy Martini!

  1. Blogger SkyeBlue2U said:

    Good grief! So how was Flushed away? We were headed there Friday but fooled around and missed the 2p.m. showing and I didn't feel like being out in evening traffic.

  1. Blogger Stephanie said:

    So cheeky!!

  1. Blogger holy chaos said:

    that is really strange! i wonder what was going through her mind during the phone call... i mean, I can't imagine someone actually doing that to a friend! unbelievable!


  1. Blogger Chloe said:

    i hope dogs and cats pee on her furniture.
    you are great for making the most of the experience.

  1. Blogger Devil Mood said:

    Oh no, Cathy, this is terrible :(
    I hate these people precisely because that's te way they are, so they have no idea how obnoxious their behaviour is - okay, maybe it's not their fault because they're not conscious of it...but I still hate them and they annoy me so badly...grrr next time you see her, give her a a kick for me.

  1. Blogger momyblogR said:

    How funny! I think I might have said, "Thanks you so much for dinner, it was wonderful!"

    I have to laugh at your sons comment, lol!

  1. Blogger Cathy said:

    Well, she did offer Mr. C a ginger beer...;)

    Flushed Away was the best movie I've seen in the theatre this year; what does this say about me?!

    She really isn't a cheeky person; absent-minded, scatter-brained would be perhaps the best way to describe her.

    I think that she simply wasn't thinking at all. Mr. C thoughts that perhaps she'd been drinking ;)

    That is a good possibility; she lets random neighbourhood cats into her house. I found the whole thing mildly amusing. Mr. C is now telling me that my blog friends are backing him up; that this was something to be really annoyed about! I still find it somehow amusing, but then again, this woman is one of a kind.

    I think you and Mr. C would get along famously!

    Can you believe that at first I was annoyed at him for saying that!?

  1. Blogger holy chaos said:

    if she is a mom, i can understand! i have been so absent minded latelt! this story would of made a good seinfeld episode! lol:)

  1. Blogger Trundling Grunt said:

    That's definitely a bit off - especially when you end up at McZargles. I'd be pissed.

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