Last weekend, Husbandrinka and I visited friends in Pennsylvania, en famile. They (our friends, not our en famile) made a delicious barbecue, wined and dined us. I’m furious and don’t see how I will ever forgive them.
Because when I was leaving, I thanked them for their hospitality, and the guy friend said “you’re welcome”.
You’re Welcome?! What the fuck is that?
Doesn’t everyone know that when you are thanked, the only acceptable response, with the exception of the preferred “no, thank YOU”, is “it was entirely my pleasure”?
It’s like some people have absolutely no manners and don’t belong in society.
Husbandrinka doesn’t seem to be as offended by this as I am, arguing that if they thank us for coming and we thank them for hosting, we’ll be stuck in an endless loop of gratitude and life as we know it will cease to exist. And they say that women are hysterical.
So, I don’t know. On the one hand, they’re good friends and with my personality, I need all the friends I can get. But on the other hand, there is only so much abuse that I can put up with. And “you’re welcome” is just hostile. One step short of dismemberment. And that’s the last thing I need right now.
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