My husband had a Superbowl party on Sunday and invited as many of his friends as would fit in our meager entertainment space. We can manage about 6 people. 5 showed up and one asked if her friend Jason could come over. DH said sure and we got out an extra chair. Minutes later our doorbell rings and I get up to answer only to find Jason, his wife AND their three year old.
Not wanting to further enhance my reputation as a bitch, I grimaced and invited them all in, expecting the worst. Fortunately, there really wasn't any room available for the child to get away from adults as we were in a pretty tightly packed ring around the tv, so he was only able to wander around the meager free space between us and the tv. He didn't knock over any drinks. He was quiet and gentle with the cat. I didn't want him to get bored and start screaming so I did pull out the few things I own that won't injure, poison or choke a three year old: a large sparkle ball cat toy, a stuffed rabbit, some wacky hats and a stuffed plush penis. His mother seemed amused at my lame attempt at toys, and especially Fuzzy Black Cock (that's the penis's name) but she's Dutch and therefore sane. She even fed the child a bowl of our spicy chili, and he ate it. We made many jokes about the next morning's horrific diaper, but other than that pretty much ignored the kid. After a couple hours, she decided to take the boy home while Jason finished watching the game.
So this is actually a rather boring story. Nothing horrible, or even slightly annoying happened, at least once I got over my consternation about two unexpected and uninvited guests. I'm just wondering...who the hell asks "Can I come to the party in your incredibly small dwelling?" and then brings two other people without asking?
"It truly is the one commonality that every designation of humans you can think of has, there's at least one asshole."
--Me